Shaan looked up, and his expression instantly stiffened. The sound came from the crate filled with alchemical salt. The binding knots that held the crate in place had nearly all snapped. The heavy load shifted with every second, putting more strain on the pulley system. The structure groaned under the pressure, and the crate's surface began to crack.
"Sebas! The crate!" Shaan shouted in panic, pointing upward. "Don't let it fall, or everything will be over!"
"I understand."
Sebastian rushed over to the crate and quickly placed one of his palms on the surface of the pulley's shaft. In the blink of an eye, plant roots began to emerge and crawl rapidly like a snake, forming new knots around the box.
"Ah, thank goodness." Shaan let out a long sigh, walking toward Sebastian. "At least the salt box is safe, and we can breathe a sigh of relief for a few—"
'Whoosh!'
