Daniel hurried toward the fleshy cocoon, and from the outside it was clear that something inside was still moving. The wet mass trembled unevenly, as if whatever was trapped inside was still struggling not to suffocate.
Without thinking twice, the boy began cutting into the cocoon. It was tough and flexible, but thanks to the magic on his blade he managed to force his way through. Each strike sank only a little, and the flesh tried to close before splitting open again.
After several inches of cutting, the boy finally saw Ebony's face inside and began cutting faster. Seeing her there, pale and soaked in blood, made precision irrelevant. He only wanted to get her out.
"Disgusting… how did you even get yourself trapped, shorty?" Daniel said with a worried look as he pulled the girl's body from that fleshy, blood-soaked prison. He yanked her free and let her drop onto the wet grass.
