Sharon's POV—
The knife inserted into the wall. perfectly. It was like I was cutting butter. I lifted the other knife and lunged it in the wall. Repeating it, I started to climb with the help of knives. First, right and then left. It was a mantra for me which I repeatedly chanted.
A drop of sweat trickled down my forehead into my eye, causing me to almost lose my balance. But knife did slip from my hand. Fuck! I immediately conjured another knife and lunged in on the wall. Taking a sigh of relief, I look down. A shiver crawled down my spine. If I fell from this height, there was no chance for my survival.
Taking another quick breath, I resumed my climbing. After a certain distance, I spotted a few soldiers with bows in their hand. Bows are the best weapon when fired from a long range. But what about close range? I slowly went towards the edge of the wall's end point. A soldier was dozing off with his head on the metallic railing.
