Jack Young kept falling in the darkness.
Actually, "falling" doesn’t quite cut it. Normally, falling means gravity’s pulling you down in a nice, boring free fall. But what Jack felt now was totally different—more like that time he escaped the underground world and got blasted upward by an explosion. Except this time, it was the opposite: he was being blown down, straight into the earth, like a drill bit gone wild.
“Where the heck is all this wind coming from, you jerk?! Why’s there so much wind, you jerk?!” Jack flailed around like a tiny fish swept away by a floodgate, desperately trying to steady himself and change his position, but it was useless. With his internal energy sealed and his body battered, he tumbled uncontrollably in the fierce wind, pulling off classic skydiving stunts—but honestly, he didn’t feel cool at all.
The only good news? The wind was so strong, even Wind Wushang and the others had no clue where they’d been blown off to. Out of the four who fell, Jack was dropping the slowest—the other three were long gone, and even Lady Simone’s screams had faded into nothing.
At this speed, if there’s anything at the bottom, he’s toast for sure.
“Steady, steady—gotta figure out a way to steady myself!” Jack focused hard, sending his thoughts across the distance, coordinating with someone on Misty Peak to pull off a self-rescue. One by one, he started putting things back that he’d taken out of his storage space earlier. Cross-dimensional item retrieval is never as fast as using a storage pouch. If the crevice under Misty Peak is like a hard drive, then your portable storage is like RAM—smaller, sure, but way better for fast, on-the-fly action.
First up—a high-grade sub-meat pill!
He tossed the meatball-like thing into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and felt a rush of vitality flow from his core to his limbs, recharging him and easing the internal energy erosion from Wind Wushang. With some strength back, Jack immediately grabbed the next item—a short spear.
Since wind acceleration was way stronger than gravity, the denser the object, the better you could steady yourself. Hugging all six short spears to his chest, the acceleration dropped noticeably.
“I’ve got no idea how deep this goes after just a blink—nope, nope, gotta do something fast!” The hole was straight and deep, and judging by the wind, the walls were slick as glass. No wonder Wind Wushang and the others couldn’t slow themselves down. Jack could only rely on his own tricks now.