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In the azure depths of the abyss, a figure grew larger as it struggled upward.
The edges of the crevasse were narrowing, slowly, moving to the leftmost Fei She began climbing upwards, viciously hacking his ice axe into the creamy wall to find his footing; each step required his focused effort and was excruciatingly painful.
He crawled upward like a worm.
Stab, kick, shift, repeat.
Between his palms and the ice axe, there was no longer any sensation, perhaps frozen or maybe necrotic; everything became an obsession to survive.
"Perhaps I've already lost consciousness, and all this is just an illusion."
Fei She thought, unable to believe that the man who had been seriously injured within the ice rift and had managed to move a hundred meters up was himself.
Finally, after the umpteenth mechanical upward swing of the axe, a sliver of blue sky appeared.
Fei She wanted to rest, but he couldn't, for if he let go, he would die.