Further down from them Linc dashed over slender black fingers, but was forced to stop his sprint back.

From opposite cliff faces a number of fingers had found each other, gently rubbing one another, intertwining and making an impassable mesh. He turned back and saw one at his ankle, already tapping his shoe, rubbing it to feel its texture.

The other fingers of the black hand came wrapping towards his ankle like a closing snare.