Without hesitation, Leeroy and his two siblings launched themselves at the cliff face, beginning the ascent with nothing but their bare hands
Ethan stood below, watching in disbelief. 'They're just going up like that? No safety gear? No ropes?'
Earlier, he'd stretched his senses as far as 500 meters—and even then, the summit remained hidden, swallowed by an unbroken expanse of vertical stone that bled into a thick blanket of low-hanging mist. Just how high was this cliff?
He wanted to ask if this was the only way up, but there was no time. Leeroy, already transformed, was moving at an incredible speed. He moved with a ridiculous ease, more like a damn mountain goat than a wolf.
Ryan, on the other hand, had a Runic Parchment stuck to his arms. Each time his fingers gripped the rock, they dug into the stone like claws, leaving behind five small holes.
