CDLXI. The Window

"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.