The cursed net multiplied with every movement. The more Igar swung, the tighter thousands and thousands of nearly invisible threads cinched him—forming around him a dense gray cocoon. When he tore his gaze from the branch he was longing for and accidentally looked at himself, Igar panicked and screamed.
His swinging turned into frantic thrashing. He fought in the web, while the web tightened around him even more—but he lacked the sense to realize it. Overcome by panic, he became a screaming piece of meat. In just a few minutes of hysterical struggle, he got tangled so badly that he could barely breathe.
Then he weakened, but the web kept twitching. Swallowing saliva tasting of iron, he fell silent and understood that the scream was continuing—Ilaz, gripped by the same terror, had landed in the same trap. Now she is screaming and struggling, and getting entangled more and more…