With all her strength, Frost clung tightly to the glass panels, fighting against the insane pressure that was trying to suck her out into the open air.
Even though she could fly, she had no idea what was waiting for them below.
If whatever was attacking the airplane could strike it with enough force to blow students out of the aircraft while even the instructor was struggling to do anything about it, Frost wasn't confident that she would be able to survive on her own.
Slowly, one of her hands began to slip, leaving one of her legs dangling helplessly in the air, and before long, her second hand started losing its grip as well. No matter how desperately she tried to hold on, her strength eventually gave out, and she slipped off completely.
"GASP!"
A loud gasp escaped her lips as she felt her grip disappear, but before the force could violently blow her backward, something suddenly grabbed hold of her.
Something cold.
