Chapter 102: A Slap away
Elias gasped, still hanging from the ledge. The bar had passed through him, like an illusion—but the pain was real.
His head pounded, his vision blurred from the phantom impact.
Dot’s hovered beside him, looking grim. "Yeah, so that’s a thing now."
Elias gritted his teeth. "Noted."
Ignoring the dull pain echoing in his skull, he hauled himself up, planting both feet on solid ground.
No more hesitation. No more second-guessing.
He steadied himself, locked his focus on the remaining path, and moved.
The last section was a blur of rapid movements—jumping, twisting, bracing against the shifting beams, weaving through the spinning bars with barely a breath between each motion.
A final leap—
He landed hard, rolling into a crouch.
A chime rang.