Atlas now stood at the edge of his next trial. Training that would cut off every sense he possessed.
No vision. No hearing. No smell. No touch.
He stood still for a moment, as if bracing for the weight of it. Then, slowly, he raised his right hand, tapping the side of his helmet.
Silence. Absolute silence.
He could still feel the armor's weight. But the moment he lifted his foot to step forward, that sensation vanished. It was as if he had walked into a void, suspended between reality and nothingness. No sound. No scent. No physical feedback.
Nothing.
Well… if he fell into lava, that he'd feel. Small comfort, right?
Atlas tilted his head upward slightly, relying on the mental map he had committed to memory. The terrain ahead was unforgiving. Thin streams of lava winding along narrow paths, with some sections requiring precise jumps across deadly gaps. One misstep, one leap too short, and he'd fall straight into searing heat.
He began to move.
