With all the strength they had exerted, Hugo, Zoren, Penny, and even Atlas tumbled violently inside the plane. The harsh wind added force, throwing them further in. Their grunts and the sound of their bodies hitting the floor filled the space, momentarily overpowering the deafening pressure of the sky.
Meanwhile, Slater held onto something and stayed behind the wall. Peeking over, he kept his back pressed against it as he cautiously moved up. With precise calculation, he reached for the door and pulled it shut. The wind made it extra challenging, but until the door was closed and they were back to safety, he couldn't feel reassured.
Somehow, Slater managed to close the door all by himself. Whether it was pure willpower or brute strength, he had no idea. All he knew was the exhaustion that hit him the moment the cabin was free from the harsh wind.
Thud!
Slater felt his knees weaken as he slumped to the floor, panting.