Level eight was lit. Level nine was the next.
No one was talking about if she could light up the ninth level anymore. They all held their breaths as if they were waiting for a miracle.
If a miracle did happen, they would all be witnesses. They felt butterflies in their stomachs as if they were the ones climbing the tower.
Fifteen minutes passed. The ninth level was still dark, but Firey hadn't come out. It meant she was still trying. An hour later, Firey still hadn't left the tower.
"Is she going to fail?" That was the question on everybody's mind.
Firey had climbed the first eight levels so fast that it seemed she had met no obstacles. Her momentum was broken at the ninth level. Unlike the first eight, this level was taking her forever.
The others couldn't help but think she was going to fail. The time difference was too significant. Another hour passed, and people in the crowd made up their minds.