Chapter 25
Mykal’s legs dangled loose. He’d lost his footing. The rock cut into both of his palms from supporting the weight of his body. If he let go, not only would he fall, but the others might, too. He’d pull them down with him. Everyone was tethered together by the ropes. Basin indicated the ropes would save them in such an instance, but Mykal suspected it only counted toward those lower on the rungs of the climb.
Sweat rolled down his brow and into his face; the salty beads stung his eyeballs. He tried blinking away the perspiration, but to no avail. His strength was quickly depleting. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hang from his hands. His fingers were numbing.
Mykal concentrated on pulling himself up. He strained, as his chin reached the same level as his hands. He legs
