Temple of Truth

Chapter 125

"Guys, you have to come back here." Wu Xie said, as he noticed were the rope lead him. If the other two went further like this, they would end up getting stuck to this statue anyway.

It was better to call them back and then walk together again. Before something happened. Fatty called back to him, asking what the problem was. Only for Wu Xie to explain, that they had passed on different sides of the statue and at leas one of them had to come back if -.

"Stop." Qiling suddenly, called. But it was already too late for that. Wu Xie could hear the rumbling of an age old mechanism that activated. Could feel the stairs shifting underneath them. Not collapsing, no, only giving in, folding themselves into a slide.

He already saw himself smashed against the statue, with Qiling and Fatties weight on the rope fixing him against the statue.

That was when he could hear Qiling shouting at them. "Cut the rope." Cut it? No way. It was his only connection to Fatty to Qiling. He had said it – he had promised that the rope would keep them connected.

How could he now yell at them to cut their connection so easily? Why? With Wu Xie fixed at the statue. The rope connecting them would function like a pulley. Fatty being heavier than Qiling, it would pull him up to were Wu Xie was, then they could all fall down the same side.

Or with Qilings strength could hold Fatty and help him come back to this statue – then they could, together, come to a solution.

Why would Qiling want to cut the rope unless -.

It was that moment that, Wu Xie fell into the statue. On reflex he gripped a spike that was dangerously sticking out of the statue only centimeters on the right of his head. He didn't even notice it while he tried to rebalance himself with the little movement he could do.

Only to suddenly gain a lot more freedom – when the right end of the rope whizzed past him. Cracking and leaving a painful spot on his skin when it flicked before running through the carabineer and left towards the other side.

The right side, Wu Xie remembered in shock as he did nothing but stare down at the gray stone, he was basically kneeling on right now. The right side – it had been Qiling who had cut the rope. Qiling had cut off their connection. Why?

Wu Xie let go of the spike he had been holding on, now being in a staple position. Gripping for the carabineer on his belt. Staring at hit. The metal cold against his skin – without the rope. Empty.

Qiling had cut them off. Cut him off.

Both Fatty and Qiling had sledded down the stairs leaving him behind up here. He could hear them calling up to him. Growing quieter and quieter, before his world was silent again.

Only him and that damn stone statue. From what he had remembered about their shouts. It was a weird mixture of his name. Questions if he was okay, hurt. A command not to move that they would come back to him.

In his stupor – shock of the sudden trap, the disconnection and impact with the statue he hadn't answered them at all before he couldn't hear them anymore.