461 CDLXI. The Window (1/2)

”Fuck!” he replied, who before the total formation of the two dark arms, threw himself from the walls.

For an instant, before he fell, he looked around and time seemed to flow more slowly as if his mind was processing external images and information faster than reality.

He squeezed the wolf tightly and looking down, stretching out his legs in the direction of the corpse, trying to land on it.

Simultaneously, the bundle of liquid behind his shoulders widened and reached the wall, splitting into many small hard and sharp strands, which became wedged between the crevices of the white rocks, as if they were many small grappling hooks.

Dag could sense every single string of fluid that entered the pores between the bricks, and at that exact moment, when his body was perfectly hooked, time suddenly accelerated.

The arms that held him hanging on the wall were three, irregular in shape: due to the strong traction and due to the kinetic energy of the resulting fall of Dag's weight, they stretched considerably, trying to curb the descent with their elastic force.

”Aaarrgh!” Dag yelled, who, though he knew he had to be silent, could not hold back the fear.

Even the thinnest strands near the wall stretched to their limit, and just when Dag was sure that even if his feet had touched the dead body, this would not have been enough to cushion the fall, he closed his eyes, thinking that if one of his legs had broken, he would be doomed and sentenced Freydis to death.

Emitting a noise similar to that of the rubber subjected to high tension, the dark arms accompanied his body to the ground and the tips of his feet, which were stretched downwards, gently touched the back of the royal guard killed just before.

A sigh followed Dag's eyes as they opened up in the surprise of finding themselves on the ground, outside the walls, safe and sound.

”I made it! I'm out! Fuck, I managed to survive the fall!” he thought, looking at Thalos and gleefully realizing that his friend was also fine and, although he was terrified and with his tail between his legs, he had not suffered any damage.

Making him realize that by now they had reached the mainland and it was safe to descend, Dag left him on the ground, bending on his knees and resisting his weight, which was very similar to that of a grown man, given his size.

Less than a second after landing, the dark arms detached from the wall and slowly returned to their creator, floating and shortening, as he turned back and looked up toward the top of the wall.

Freydis, diligently, had come out of the window, which she had closed behind her, trying to lock it with a piece of wood wedged between the two handles and was looking down, happy that her man had managed to save himself.

Freydis said nothing and took a deep breath: trying not to close her eyes in fear, she placed the tip of her foot on the edge of the wall, perceiving the height that separated her from Dag and the escape.