Dragonshit!
Adam cursed inwardly as he tried to climb steadily, fingers digging into whatever cracks he could find.
The higher he went, the worse the wind became. Powerful gusts slammed against him, sharp enough to sting his skin and tear the warmth from his body. The temperature dropped so fast that his hands numbed, and his grip weakened with every meter he climbed.
It had to be known that he had undergone three cycles of body enhancement, yet the weather had such a harsh effect on his body. He had truly underestimated the cliff's terrain beyond the hundred-meter mark!
More than once, his boots slipped on frosted rock. His body couldn't help but lurch, his weight dropping into empty air for a split second before he caught another hold and pulled himself back in.
