He was back in the lobby. His name glowed at the top of the leaderboard. He looked up at the tower, which had already shifted its colors to a sickening purple and lime green. Kael wiped the sweat from his brow, cracked his knuckles, and stepped back onto the first platform.
The final stretch was the "Shadow Peak." The gravity felt heavier here. The platforms were tiny窶芭ere 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. Tower of Hell
He leaped for the penultimate platform. It tilted precariously. Kael窶冱 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 was back in the lobby
The neon blue platforms pulsed with a rhythmic, digital hum. Kael stood at the base of the Tower of Hell, looking up into a vertical abyss of shifting lasers and rotating obsidian blocks. There was no sky, only floor after floor of impossible geometry stretching into a white-hot ceiling of light. Kael wiped the sweat from his brow, cracked
He stood before the Halo. The music reached a deafening crescendo. Kael reached out, his fingers brushing the cold, shimmering gold. In an instant, the world turned white. The roar of the tower faded into a peaceful silence.
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