Third Person's POV
Horace Hill was tall and treacherous, lacking the dense forests of previous mountains to carve a path through.
The climb from base to midpoint was manageable, but the higher they went, the steeper the terrain became.
Beyond the midpoint, the mountain face was a sheer cliff, with only a few resilient trees sprouting from its crevices—effectively, no path at all.
The cliff face, at least thirty meters high, had to be scaled. Beyond it, the path, though difficult, could be navigated with hacking and slashing.
But the cliff itself was the obstacle.
"We've got iron hooks and ropes," one said.
Klein replied, "They're useless here. The cliff face is too smooth—no protruding rocks for the hooks to grip. We'll have to leap up and grab those saplings for leverage. Only Lanc
