Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
There is no visible bottom.
“A pit,” Jax finished weakly. “It’s a pit.”
The alley on either side of the pit was smooth—no handholds, no obvious workarounds. The gap stretched from wall to wall, maybe eight feet across. Jumpable, if you didn’t misjudge or slip.
Above us, a camera drifted closer, eager.
For one obscene second, a floating graphic popped into the corner of my vision from some overhead screen we couldn’t see: CLOSE CALL BONUS: PENDING…