Miss Khaya reached out and grabbed Shaan's body just as he was about to be thrown out of the room. With all the strength she had left, she kept pulling Shaan until they managed to get away from the whirlwind.
"Shaan, grab my spear!"
Shaan reached for the weapon and gripped it tighter. His fingers began to ache, but he couldn't loosen his grip at all. If he loosened his grip even a little, he'd be swept away by the whirlwind.
'I… I have to hold on.'
After several minutes, the vortex finally subsided. Shaan and Miss Khaya collapsed onto the ground alongside the remaining chunks of rock scattered throughout the chamber. Shaan tried to stand up, then looked around at the chamber, which now appeared far more chaotic than before.
"Shaan, are you all right?" Miss Khaya retrieved her spear and helped him stand. "I'm sorry. I nearly got you hurt."
"Thanks for saving me. I'm fine." Shaan glanced around the chamber. "Miss Khaya, what about the Resistance leader—"
