The next few seconds were short, but it felt like forever. She did her best to control her direction, but it was much like riding a small boat within a tsunami, except she was at least a hundred meters above ground.
She was rammed all over the place, and she was forced to use all her mana to control the vine and continuously reinforce it. Such strong winds and continuous impact caused vine after vine to snap.
And then, she had to control it not only so she wouldn't be hit by the recoil, but also to give time for the replacement to form.
It was a process just as dizzying as how she was being twirled around, occasionally hitting granite.
She had also taken out a few more seeds and spores from her space. She had to continuously feed it energy. Otherwise, she'd fall.
Eventually, her flight stabilized as she reached the ground, probably entering the base of the mountain where winds had calmed.
