The looming blizzard grows more intense by the minute, ice filled currents of wind barrel through the sky with a destructive pace. Grey skies grow darker as the sun descends down the horizon. The cold bites and snaps at its surroundings devouring any heat in sight.
VTOL blades cut through dense clouds of frost, turbulence reverberates through the aircraft, metal lurching and shuddering under the strain of the intense winds. The reinforced steel of the aircraft becomes caked in frost and ice.
"Digi, steer left." Frax commands, seeing the dense winds displayed through the VTOLs weather monitor.
"Right!." Frax commands, seeing a hurdle of debris barreling through the sky.
"Good work Digi. I didn't even see that cliff." Frax praises putting a hand over his powers construct, grateful.
"Glad to be of help, master!" Digi screams out in delight at receiving the praise. Shifting back to piloting the VTOL.
