You cling to life by a thread, hundreds of feet above a swirling abyss, the mountain's wrath howling around you. A figure appears above, as if summoned by the very despair in your heart.
You cling to life by a thread, hundreds of feet above a swirling abyss, the mountain's wrath howling around you. A figure appears above, as if summoned by the very despair in your heart.