The climb felt simple at first, even achievable. Alan felt that he would take no longer than a day at most to scale this titanic spear, which was more akin to a monument than a weapon. The cold was beneficial to him, empowering his strength and making the arduous climb easier.
It took him no longer than a few hours to climb the first section of the shaft, the spear, merely inches beneath the fog. His hands were still encased in ice, gluing him to the surface of the spear. The winds here were especially sharp, but durable.
They would only be a hindrance if his hands were not glued to the spear, and he was climbing it the traditional way, but he had a feeling that was soon about to change.
All he could hear was the howling of the wind as it desperately tried to make him fall, taking a deep breath, he murmured.
"Focus..."
[Dragon Eyes have been activated.]
