The journey down has been a long one, Raith couldn't tell how long it has been; hours, days, or maybe months. The constant darkness of the abyss kept the time flow of its plane a mystery.
Raith was making progress but it was getting harder, his palm was covered in callouses and the tattered socks that barely protected his feet had torn off and were drenched in the clotting blood from each time he slipped his legs but held on so tightly that he wouldn't fall.
The scratch marks on his head and arms told the story of how he had kept climbing painstakingly.
After a few more climbs downwards he fell on a flat surface. His heart rejoiced as he fell on his butt, he happily stood up and almost fell off the edge which was right off his back. He staggered back and stared into the wide view of several mountains that were as high as the one he was climbing down from.
