Neo stood at the base of the tower, on the side opposite the entrance.
Here, the white stone had almost vanished beneath thick growth. Vines crawled across it, roots clung to every crack they could claim, and the whole side of the tower leaned over a drop cruel enough to end the story in one mistake.
Neo glanced down once.
The cliff fell away into dark emptiness.
'Hehe… yeah, that's not funny at all.'
He rolled one shoulder, adjusted the vine coiled around his body, and started climbing.
He already had a rough idea where the opening should be. That brief line of light he had seen through the door yesterday had been enough. He had measured the angle in his head, turned the tower over in his mind more times than he cared to admit, and now all that remained was proving he hadn't imagined the route.
His fingers found stone, root, vine, then stone again.
