Just by looking at it, Gray could already sense the deadly traps hidden within them.
There were spikes erupting from below, sudden gravitational shifts, illusory clones, and bursts of destructive energy.
He didn't hesitate.
Gray stepped forward, his body dissolving into silver mist as he used [Dream Mist].
He reappeared on the first platform in a flicker, barely touching the ground before swapping positions with a point further ahead using [✧Swap✧].
BOOM!
The moment he left the first platform, dozens of razor-sharp obsidian spikes erupted violently from the abyss below, piercing through where he had just been standing.
The sound was deafening, like thunder cracking through the void.
Gray didn't even glance back.
He continued moving, a silver streak dancing between the platforms with effortless grace.
On the third platform, gravity suddenly inverted, trying to slam him upward into a ceiling of crushing stone.
