Jett sat cross-legged, elbows on his knees, racking his brain for a plan. His mind felt like a storm. He had sworn to clear the tower his way, but now, staring at these strangers, he had no idea what that way was. Everything he said earlier had been blind conviction.
"Come on, man, think," he muttered. "There has to be a way to beat this stupid trial."
The others on the boat watched him carefully. The warmth that had flowed through them earlier from his [Area Heal] had lifted their exhaustion and soothed their pain. For the first time since the trial began, their color had returned.
"Is he alright?" one of them whispered.
"How should I know? He just did… whatever that was, and now he's pacing like a madman." point at Jett as he stood up and paced around the boat.
"Well, whatever he did, I want him to do it again."
"Shhhh."
Jett barely heard them. His mind ran through every possibility. "Deep breaths," he muttered, trying to steady himself. "Seven days. No, six and a half now."
