Atlas spun his spear again. He would have to leap again and again until he reached the edge of the raging whirlwind. It felt almost the same as when he had faced towering waves before. Enduring, adapting, merging with the storm itself.
He steadied himself, drawing in the elemental particles thick in the air, weaving them through his body. Activating the Lightning Step skill once more, he sprinted forward, lightning bursting around him as he launched across the yawning gap between two peaks.
Once, in the past, he would have shuddered at even crossing a bridge, haunted by that first fall into the abyss. Now he flew through open air, momentum carrying him with explosive force, and landed hard.
This time, his footing held. Atlas grinned, pushing off again, his body still cloaked in golden arcs from Lightning Step. He made another jump.
But mid-air, the skill flickered out.
