Flossie Wright, leveraging his strength, began to gradually climb upwards.
The height was about thirty meters.
The training was intense, and physical exhaustion significant. Even though they had adapted to the training, climbing after a whole day's worth of exercise was indeed challenging.
Not to mention—
Five fingers throbbing with piercing pain.
Naturally, her speed slowed down quite a bit.
The cliff wasn't just any place; one couldn't move around at will. Without adequate equipment, they could only rely on their own strength to reach the ground.
Either up or down.
Going down might save physical strength, but the risk factor was much higher. It was better to spend more time climbing upwards.
Additionally, there were a pair of stern and gloomy eyes on the cliff top. Flossie was watched so intensely that she felt a chill down her spine, quashing the last bit of any other thoughts.
...
Atop the cliff.
