C194 Chapter 194

At the sheer cliffs of Ripple Mountain, a man clung to the rock face like a gecko.

He inched upward along the jagged outcroppings, moving bit by bit.

The stone beneath him jutted out sharply—one slip, one loosened grip, and he’d plunge down and be torn to pieces.

But there was no turning back. If he could climb another forty or fifty feet