"Pfft, pfft, pfft." The girls, spitting sand from their mouths, patted down their clothes and struggled up from the ground. During the fiercest part of the sandstorm, although there was a lot of blowing sand, only a few grains actually fell. But as the storm was about to end and the wind speed decreased, the sand and gravel suspended in the air lost their driving force and started to fall, quickly covering everyone with a thick layer, burying almost half of the girls' bodies in the ground. Now, as they moved, sand, gravel, and dust fell off their clothes and hair, leaving them covered in dirt.
"Damn it, that's why I said I hate storms, whether it's a blizzard or a sandstorm, neither is any good," Freya, being the largest in size, had the most dust clinging to her. As she patted down the sand and dirt, she grumbled and complained, "I think storms should not exist at all, they're just the wind god's deep malice."