All eyes shifted to the speaker…
Who suddenly realized he had yelled out loud and not inwardly as he had intended.
Heck, at this point even Seth had his eyes on the weird-looking figure a few steps down.
It was an elusive candidate who refused to join heads with the others.
But he couldn't climb higher than the 81st floor either.
A few candidates near the step he was on inched closer and closer towards him.
He felt the weight of the gazes boring into his frame from all sides, the tension and anticipation rising around him.
He wanted to slap himself hard for fumbling like this.
Though he also had to put some blame on his strained mind, which, pushed to the limit, was clearly losing the ability to regulate thought from speech.
He had just had an epiphany about how to possibly clear the trial, and he had mistakenly broadcast it and placed a target on his back.
Now he had placed himself second only to Seth as a target.
