Squint

The damned mesh multiplied by the movement. The more Igar swayed, the more tightly it was spitting thousands and thousands of almost invisible threads, forming a dense gray cocoon around it. Turning his gaze from the coveted branch and accidentally glancing at himself, Igar was scared and shouted. His swing turned into panic throwing. He fought in the web, and the web entwined it more and more, but he did not have enough common sense to realize this - overwhelmed by panic, he turned into a screaming piece of meat. In a few minutes of hysteria, he got confused so that he could hardly breathe. Then he was exhausted, and the web still twitched. Swallowing the saliva with a taste of iron, he fell silent and realized that the scream continues - the Ilaza, covered by the same horror, fell into the same trap, now she screams, and bewitches, and gets confused more and more.