Its metal teeth, like little hatchets, made a muffled yet clear sound in the night as they gnawed on the wood—the men quickly lifted their heads and looked around.
"What was that sound?" a masked man asked.
The man carrying the longbow gun turned, his gaze falling on the rope net. He froze for a second. 'Why is it shaking so violently? There's no wind—wait. What's that at the base of the mast?'
He reacted quickly. The moment he understood, he bolted toward the rope net, shouting as he ran, "It's going down! The mast is going to fall! Get over here and help!"
But he was too late.
With a loud GROAN, the section of the net holding Milady toppled over along with the mast. The ground rushed up to meet her.
