It was useless. They would never make it back in time.

The ground beneath shook from the strength of the funnel chasing them.

“Don’t look back,” Oliver screamed.

He was plunging forward. The pelting gusts are whipping. His body propels us forward. The lightning lit the way. The path turned muddy from the sudden melting ice, increasing the difficulty of reaching the cave.

With one last push, we stumbled into the darkness. Wet and trembling.