Past the horizon, several tall pillars were erected.
Like columns holding up the top of a building that didn't exist, they towered over the surroundings, looming as high as the walls of the core ring.
Beneath them, illusions swarmed, pushing each other downward, eagerly racing to reach the very top.
"Up there." Ember exclaimed, steering her handlebars in the direction of the rising plume of smoke.
"Relying on a signal to call for the others is pretty smart." Michael murmured. "Though it seems we aren't the only ones attracted."
"It doesn't matter!" Persephone giggled, patting the motorcycle they rode upon.
"Ember can just fly upwards and get us to the top!"
The exhausted pipe trembled.
"No, the pillars are a form of a trial." The fox explained. "The only way to the top is through climbing. Trying to skip the process would lead to harsh circumstances."
