"After learning that the thing Nick used has a time limit on its perfect camouflage ability, I didn't even use it in the carriage to hide from the guards—just to save its energy and time," she said, as she stretched the creature and placed it on her back.
She attached it and wore it like a long robe over her back—more than enough to cover her whole body.
Afterward, cautious of the guards roaming around, she arrived at the base of the watchtower. From her hand, blood flowed out and solidified into a sharp nails.
Hmph!
Thuk!
Jumping up, she thrust the hand holding the sharp nails into the wall, and it stuck like a glued. Holding onto it, Marian bore her entire weight with one arm, the crystal sturdy enough to support both. Then she shifted her other hand, driving another nails slightly higher while pulling herself upward along the wall—gradually ascending.
