Chapter 287: The Jumping Puzzle
The purple mist below us churned, boiling like a pot of soup left on a high flame.
I stood on the floating root platform, my chest heaving, staring at the back of Ren's head. The assassin had already turned away, scanning the path ahead as if he hadn't just tried to murder me.
Danger Intuition was still flashing a red warning in the corner of my vision.
[Threat: High]
[Source: Ren Dover]
My hand hovered over the trigger of the pneumatic grappling hook. I wanted to shoot him. I wanted to put a diamond-tipped claw through his spine and let the acid mist sort him out.
But I couldn't. Not yet.
We were barely a third of the way across the Chasm. We needed his agility to scout the path. If I started a civil war on a slippery root suspended over a death pit, Leon would try to intervene, and we'd all end up as soup.
"Movement," Ren called out, pointing his dagger at the webbing above us.
