Ran’at stood at the foot of the Inverted Mountain.
“Begin.”
Ran’at wasted no time to start climbing.
He held his steel dagger in his main hand, with his prosthetic offhand at the ready, occasionally pushing down smaller crystalline protrusions blocking his path.
After swatting aside some kind of flying nuisance, he noticed a figure on his right.
Another participant, perhaps? I would like some company.