Kyle's fingers dug into Sylvie's waist as they balanced on the narrow stone pillar.
His knuckles turned white from the effort of keeping them both steady.
Below their feet. The endless abyss seemed to breathe.
A yawning darkness that promised instant elimination if they fell.
The cold wind whipped at Kyle's face, carrying with it the metallic scent of blood from his wounds.
Every muscle in Kyle's body screamed in protest.
Across the chasm. Team 3 looked just as battered.
Lyra Silverwind's usually perfect emerald ponytail was tangled and matted with dirt.
Sweat streaked down her face, cutting clean lines through the grime.
Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she struggled to nock another arrow. Her fingers trembling with exhaustion.
Beside her. Reo Dustbane leaned heavily on his spear. The cocky grin that usually played across his lips was gone. Replaced by a pained grimace.
