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Without thinking, Zara climbed onto the parapet, her eyes fixed on the darkness stretching beneath her feet. The wind whipped around her, tugging at her hair, but she barely noticed. Her entire being was focused on the abyss below, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of life.

"Zara, no!" someone shouted behind her, perhaps Micah or Kriz. But their voice sounded distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was the void below and the possibility that Elio was down there, fighting his way back to them.

"You're there, aren't you?" she whispered, her words carried by the wind. "You're coming back to me." Each word was laden with longing and fear, hope and desperation.

She took another step closer to the edge, her body dangerously tilted towards the void. The wind lashed at her hair, and for a moment, Zara felt she could fly, that she could launch herself into the abyss and find Elio. The pull of the void was almost irresistible, promising answers and reunion.

Just as she was about to take the final step, arms encircled her, pulling her back from the brink.

"No!" Zara screamed, fighting against the grip. "Let me go! I have to go to him!" Her voice was raw with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she struggled.

"Zara, stop!" It was Micah's voice, firm but laden with concern. "You can't do anything by jumping. Elio wouldn't want you to sacrifice yourself like this." His words were a lifeline, pulling her back from the edge of despair.

Micah's words hit her like a fist, snapping her out of her desperate trance. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as the reality of the situation crashed over her. The enormity of what she had been about to do sank in, bringing with it a wave of shame and renewed grief.

"But he's down there," Zara sobbed, her body trembling. "I can feel it. He's alive, Micah. He's alive and he needs our help." Her words were muffled against Micah's chest, but the raw emotion in them was unmistakable.

Micah hugged her tightly, allowing her to pour out her grief and fear. "I know, Zara. I know," he murmured, his own voice thick with emotion. "But we have to be strong. For him. If Elio is alive, he'll find a way back to us.

We need to have faith."

Zara nodded weakly, her eyes still fixed on the darkness stretching below the wall. The abyss seemed to stare back, a silent challenge to her hope and resolve.

"Come back to me," Zara murmured, a plea and a command rolled into one. "Come back to me, Elio." The words were a mantra, a lifeline to which she clung with all her might.

And so, surrounded by her friends and with her heart torn between hope and fear, Zara prepared for the longest wait of her life.

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Far below, in the depths of the abyss, Elio took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. The swift fluttered around him, its wings creating small currents of air that seemed to whisper encouragement. The enormity of the task before him was daunting, but Elio forced himself to focus on the immediate challenge.

"Thirty-nine chances left," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the chaos around him. "Let's make them count." Each word was a promise to himself, a commitment to survive against all odds.

Mana: 39. Meters climbed: 0.

When Elio looked up, he realized he was completely surrounded by Locus, their bodies writhing and falling towards him. The sight was nightmarish, a living wall of chitin and malice that seemed to stretch endlessly upward.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, comprehending the gravity of his situation. The curse was as much a prayer as an expression of frustration.

Without time to think, Elio channeled the power of the swift. A gust of helium erupted from his hands, pushing many of the Locus above him to the sides.

The sensation was exhilarating, a rush of power that sent a thrill through his body. Seizing the moment, Elio leapt onto the back of a Locus, beginning the most dangerous climb of his life.

Mana: 38. Meters: 4.

Again, he launched a gust upward to avoid being crushed and jumped just before the Locus he was standing on could trap him. The timing was crucial, each movement a dance between life and death.

Mana: 37. Meters: 8.

This time, he improved his control slightly, the gust more powerful, throwing several Locus away from him. Elio propelled himself upward, desperately searching for a free space between the falling monsters. His heart pounded in his ears, each beat a reminder of how precarious his situation was.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, his eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. Every second counted, every decision potentially his last.

Mana: 36. Meters: 12.

Another group of Locus lunged at him. Elio created a stronger gust, jumping at an angle instead of vertically, sacrificing distance for safety. The maneuver cost him precious meters, but kept him alive for another moment.

Mana: 35. Meters: 15.

The monster he landed on was facing him. Elio reacted on instinct, creating a helium gust right beneath himself. The sudden burst of power sent a jolt through his body, a reminder of the incredible forces he was now wielding.

Mana: 34. Meters: 25.

The Locus was shot downward, colliding with other monsters. Elio took advantage of the confusion and his new launch distance to ascend again. Each meter gained was a small victory, a step closer to survival.

Mana: 33. Meters: 35.

As he ascended, Elio noticed that the density of Locus seemed to decrease slightly. The realization brought a glimmer of hope, a sign that perhaps he was making progress.

"I need to go higher," he thought, landing on the head of a Locus and preparing for another jump.

Mana: 33. Meters: 39.

This boost took him to a momentarily clear space. Elio seized the opportunity to look up, searching for any sign of the wall's edge. But the darkness was still dense, an impenetrable veil that hid his goal from sight.