Focusing his shadowy reinforcement on the soles of his boots and his knees, he stuck the landing without so much as a thud recurring through the dense jungle.
"Phew...easy, easy," he whispered to himself.
Now, he was completely alone.
Looking back briefly, the looming, colossal wall gave him no respite as there was no chance of any help coming to him in the case of him needing it.
It's go-time, he told himself.
As he lifted his boot to take a step, he found a bit of resistance keeping him from doing so, prompting him to look down.
"Huh?"
He didn't realize it during his fall, but the landing spot he stuck wasn't one made up of simple, verdant grass: it was a clingy, amber-tinted substance.
Attempting to lift his boots, the slimy material seemed to pull him in with more force the more he tried to escape its grasp.
"What the hell? Come on…!" He muttered through his gritted teeth.
