Pride of an Empire: Part-5

A few moments ago,

Victor, who was climbing down on the edge of the Empire, felt his hands trembling as he tightly gripped the roots, his breath uneven.

"Fuck, this is really painful," Victor muttered, his face twisting in discomfort. He had been climbing down for what felt like an eternity, his arms already burning from the relentless strain, and yet he hadn't even reached the base of the Empire! His muscles ached, and his grip was weakening, but stopping wasn't an option.

A thin protective layer surrounded him, allowing him to breathe in the vast emptiness of space.

He knew time was slipping away fast, but there was no way he could move any faster than this. The massive roots blocking his path made every step difficult, and the jagged rocks beneath his feet were anything but stable. One wrong move, and he'd plummet into the abyss—an endless fall into space, lost forever.