I race all the way to the right, then I make my way up an elevated tree trunk.
When I get to its edge, I leap, trying my best to reach for the branch hanging a few inches away.
But I know each time I attempted this, I always missed.
And it would seem I'm going to miss again, as my hands are falling below its intended trajectory.
But, I have an Instinct.
I search myself, feeling out several Instincts, and then immediately picking out the one I know to be telekinesis.
I pull the tree branch down, and I grab onto it, right when I'm about to miss.
I use the momentum of the leap to swing myself onto another tree.
And again, I use the Instinct to pull the branch within my range.
As I find myself completely rapt and or fixated on this part of the course, I never thought and or could not look to disover if Darius had fallen into the pit that stretched out for four meters.
