Mr. Valentine says nothing in response and only stares down at the abyss of howling wind which is churning like a hungry monster on the horizon. An onyx cloud which is roaring towards you and gaining power with every second. The sand is forming like a fog now and you struggle to keep your eyes open. The sand is now curling around your legs and pulling you down towards the ground. Olivia's father looks at you a grim expression on his face. "I would advise that you organize yourselves now. There is not much time left... The storm has come." The wind is screaming at you now, merely a harbinger of what is to come.

Your vision is reduced to 30 ft. On the beginning of your turn you must succeed on a DC 10 strength saving throw or you are considered to be walking through difficult terrain until the beginning of your next turn.