Zephyr floated for a while, letting the rapidly weakening sandstorm currents carry him until his feet finally touched the ground again.
The sandstorm had lost most of its power now. There were still harsh winds, but compared to the monstrous force that was able to lift him off his feet and into the air earlier, this was nothing.
He crouched low in the sand, letting his mana barrier fade bit by bit as he tested the strength of the piercing sands in the air.
It still stung slightly against his skin, but it was already very bearable, so he dispersed the mana barrier, breathing out deeply.
There was still some after-sting in his lungs from the dust he'd inhaled before putting up the barrier when the sandstorm started. The burn had been constant in his throat and lungs, but the last few minutes had been too high tension for him to even think about it.
