Everything was proceeding exactly as the diary had predicted—Charles was about to be killed by the crescent beam of light.0

Charles' mind wasn't consumed by fear. In fact, his mind was still racing to find a solution to save himself, but the crescent beam of light wasn't going to offer him the luxury of time.0

Whoosh!0

In the blink of an eye, the giant net had closed the gap and was right in Charles' face. The light effortlessly sliced through the towering rocks surrounding Charles into pieces like a hot knife through butter. He was trapped in a deadly snare with no way out. This would be his end.0

Just as the massive silver net was inches from Charles' head, Lily, who was perched on his shoulder, scurried up to his head. Pushing off with her four limbs, she lunged at the net.0

At the moment of...0