It was easier to count time up here, with the cycle of light and darkness to be a guide in the passing of time. Still, the counter of days in my character sheet was clearer and more dependable. But both sources agreed it took me two full days to descend to the greenery below the mountains, out of the fourteen I was given.
The mountains weren't as deadly as Cocytus, but they were no less treacherous. Many times I was met with tall cliffs and a choice of searching for a less steep descent that could take an unknown amount of time, or climbing and risking falling down. There were falls that could send be right back into Hell.
There were also monsters that weren't any less dangerous than these of Hell. I was careful to avoid confrontations with them, and since at almost all times of day the skies were patrolled by one winged beast or another, when there was no cover to hide me, I had to travel at night, using days to rest—not that I rested much, in the hurry I was.
