His foot dangled, scrambling to find something that didn't exist.
Panic surged through Luka, and he instinctively clenched harder with his hands.
He looked down—despite his earlier resolve not to—and felt his stomach churn.
A section of the ladder was missing.
One step, just one, but it might as well have been a mile.
The gap stretched below him.
No convenient foothold to bridge the space.
The rope ladder resumed beneath it, like the missing piece had simply vanished from existence.
'Fuck me…' Luka thought.
His eyes traced the distance, judging the gap.
It wasn't impossible…but it wasn't exactly safe either.
He braced himself, sucking in a deep breath, feeling the cool air burn his lungs.
His hands shifted, grip tightening as he prepared to drop.
'No guts, no glory…'
There was no clear solution—
Just a leap of faith.
Luka let go.
For a fraction of a second, he was weightless—
His body suspended, the wind whistling past his ears.
