Amber eyes lifted. He winced as he felt pricks in the interior of his eyelids. He tried to keep his eyes slightly closed to avoid more dust entering his eyes. However, this wasn't what he was anxious about. It was the sudden presence of Moulin that made his eyes wide and his heart pound heavily.
Before a word could escape his mouth, he felt the rock he was holding on to crack. Instantly, alarm filled his senses.
Moulin hurriedly lowered his torso down the edge of the rift, and he stretched out his hand. His fingered dug unto the ground tightly. Alsander was still injured. And it happened because of him. Moulin refused to let his friend fall to his death. He refused to let another soul slip away because of him.
"Gh!" Moulin hissed when his arm scratched the sharp rocky edge of the wall. However, he kept his eyes determined as he reached for Alsander's hand.
Crack!
