Stas let go of the bands. They snapped back toward the ceiling with a loud crack. He collapsed to all fours on the concrete, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his chin to form a dark puddle on the floor.
He visualized the energy of the thousands of people locked into his nervous system. He wasn't just pulling for himself. He was the engine. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Stas - FitCasting
He tapped his temple, activating his own visual overlay. Instantly, the grey warehouse walls dissolved. He was standing on a metal grating above a river of molten orange steel. Sparks flew around him. "Let's go," Stas whispered to himself. The countdown hit zero. Stas let go of the bands
Stas ripped his hands down to his ribs, engaging his lats and core. On the monitor to his left, fifteen thousand avatars in the virtual foundry mirrored his movement. A wave of collective energy seemed to ripple through the network. He could see the global average heart rate on a floating telemetry display. He visualized the energy of the thousands of