Scarlett's POV
I looked to my left. Liam was struggling. Camilla had frozen completely twenty feet up. She was sobbing, her hands shaking so hard she couldn't grip the stone.
"Move, Camilla!" Liam barked, his voice full of Alpha authority. "It's just a wall! Just reach up!"
"I can't! Liam, I'm going to fall!" she shrieked.
Liam tried to reach down to haul her up by the rope, but the angle was wrong. Camilla's foot slipped, and she went into a full panic, swinging wildly. Liam's fingers lost their grip on the dusty rock as she yanked him downward. They didn't fall to the ground—the safety lines caught them—but they were disqualified. Liam's roar of frustration echoed off the spires as the guards lowered them down.
Beside them, Sienna and Bianca were also failing. Their warrior partners were strong, but the sisters had no core strength. They were being dragged up like sacks of grain, and eventually, the Elder signaled for them to be cut.
