Elara waited, counting heartbeats. The ground rushed up—a sheer wall of rock and snow. She could see the individual striations in the stone, the jagged teeth of the mountain. The wind tried to shove them sideways, but Elara slammed the manual yoke forward, angling the ship’s nose down, matching the mountain’s aggressive posture.
currentVelocity = Vector3.zero; // Natural stop, not a block slope not blocked