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.
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. He stood before the Halo
