Thread:GalaxE/@comment-38701854-20191116004807/@comment-36159587-20191118235347

At about three levels from ground level, Hitan summoned a collection of feathers in his hand, undeniably sharper than they appeared, trying not to be taut.

3...2...1...

They broke through to about floor-level, with the gray, melancholy ladder just before them.

Hitan stepped out, trying to adjust to the temporarily cramped space.