Jack located a battered, armored delivery truck that looked salvageable. He'd just finished hotwiring the ignition, the engine sputtering to life, when the warning flashed across his interface:
[ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTER ALERT: Dust Cyclone – ETA 5 Minutes.]
A low roar began on the horizon. The air grew thick and choked with dust. This was his first taste of the "Multi-Disaster" element. The Highway Nexus didn't just passively observe; it actively manipulated the world to increase the pressure.
The sky turned a suffocating brown. Jack wrestled the truck into a dilapidated gas station overhang just as the wind hit. The cyclone was a violent assault, burying vehicles in seconds and reducing visibility to zero. The air tasted like sand and fear. Jack held his breath, his hands clenched on the wheel, the Hunter's Edge silent, focused purely on surviving the punishing storm.