Going in Reverse

I firmly installed an anchor—a tool for preventing falls—on the wall, attached a rope to it, and descended straight down.

Creak. Creak.

Because the cliff sloped toward the sea, there was quite a distance between me and the cliff when I was hanging from the end of the rope, but I swung my body back and forth like I was riding a swing, approached the cliff, and used telekinesis to hook the nut into a crack in the rock.

Then I attached a new anchor to the rock, tied the rope tightly, and retrieved the old rope.

'That makes it difficult for anyone to figure out which cave my group is hiding in.'

When I looked up, I could see the rock, but it did not look like a place where there could possibly be a cave. If anything, it was such rugged terrain that no one would want to climb it.

Other players probably would not climb up this way either. Even after looking at it again, it was a good resting place.

'Let's see. Since the rope is 60 meters long, I'll have to repeat this nearly twenty more times.'

In a way, that was a tight schedule.

Even assuming it took two minutes to descend each time, that meant spending 40 minutes...