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You loop a rope around your waist, which will help those who come after you, and start your climb, moving quickly up the black cliff face. By the time you reach the top, your shoulders ache and your fingers burn, but you made it, and the others have a clear path up. You rest, drinking from your canteen, and wait for them to reach the summit alongside you.

Smoke and clouds dominate the peak, cutting off any useful view. Before you can get your bearings, the flying lizards swoop down on you! Maybe the unpredictable cliff winds kept them away before, but now they've spotted prey. There must be over a dozen of them.