Isadora dangled from the rope, the harsh wind nearly knocked her off. One of her hands slipped, and she let out a yelp as her gaze dropped to the abyss below.
Growling, she forced her hand back on the rope and began moving. Her muscles screamed in excretion and her grip almost gave out but if she let go that would mean her death.
Holding on as best as she could, she kept going, the harsh wind stinging her eyes with tears.
Her body dangled profusely, scraping against the rough surface as she fought to keep moving.
She swayed to regain her grip, shifting her body and planted her boot firmly on a rock to steady herself. With every ounce of her strength she had left, she hauled herself upward and collapsed on the bridge.
Inhaling and exhaling sharply, her eyes fixed on the skies, the color in thek showed it would be dawn soon.
Groaning, she sat up while clenching her side, a smirk on her lips as she stared at her next challenge.
