The final stretch was the "Shadow Peak." The gravity felt heavier here. The platforms were tiny—mere pins in a map of chaos. His vision blurred from the strobe lights of the tower. He could see the Golden Halo glowing at the very top, just two jumps away.
Kael took his first leap. The floor beneath him vanished the moment his boots made contact. He scrambled onto a narrow ledge, his heart hammering against his ribs. This wasn't a game for the faint of heart; one slip meant a plummet back to the cold, hard marble of the lobby. Tower of Hell
By the third section, the "Green Gaze," the air grew thin. Giant rotating fans threatened to swat him into the void. Kael timed his sprint, sliding under a spinning blade with an inch to spare. To his left, a girl in a pink visor mistimed her jump. She didn’t scream as she fell; she simply dissolved into a cloud of pixels before hitting the ground. The final stretch was the "Shadow Peak
He leaped for the penultimate platform. It tilted precariously. Kael’s foot slipped. He dangled by his fingertips, looking down at the miles of neon death below. With a guttural roar, he swung his body, using the momentum to vault onto the final translucent stair. He could see the Golden Halo glowing at