Chapter two isn't finished yet, just claiming a spot.
I'll make changes before 0:30.
In the azure abyss, a silhouette laboriously grew from small to large.
At the edge of the crevasse, which was narrowing, Bi Fang slowly moved to the left and began to climb upwards, viciously hacking his ice axe into the wall of cream-like ice to find his foothold—each step a concerted effort filled with agony.
He climbed up like a worm.
Stab, kick, shift, repeat.
There was complete numbness between his palms and the ice axe; perhaps they were frozen, or maybe they were necrotic. It all turned into an obsession for survival.
"Maybe I'm already unconscious, and this is all a hallucination,"
Fei She thought, unable to believe that the man, severely injured in a crevice and still able to move up over a hundred meters, was himself.
Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth time mechanically swinging the axe upwards, he glimpsed a patch of blue sky.
