Jumping onto the hanging ropes in front of them, Chris and Quax immediately swung forward, flying away from the edge of the cliff.
Chris was holding onto the massive rope with his left hand, while he held his magic blazing sword in his right hand.
His legs were wrapped tightly around the rope, as the motion of the jump now swung him forward, away from the edge of the cliff.
Quax, on the other hand, was holding onto the rope with both arms wrapped around it, and yet still holding his elongated magic staff inside both his palms.
As the two were forging out forward, the dark Daighs behind them were still following fast.
The remaining three dark birds were flying forward across the ground of the cliff, swinging from side to side to evade the trees, and headed towards the edge of the cl
