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The wind howls as you scale the jagged cliffside, fingers clawing at narrow ledges slick with ice. Every muscle burns. Every breath cuts like glass. The thief’s silhouette flickers above, clutching the relic—your relic—in a gloved fist. One misstep, one loose stone, and the ravine below will claim you. No second chances. No respawns. Press onward. Use the storm’s rage to mask your ascent. That crumbling outcrop—test it slowly. Shift weight. Hold. Now the rusted pipe jutting from the rock—grip tight, swing forward. The summit is close. So is the drop. Ignore the tremor in your limbs. Ignore the void yawning beneath your boots. Reach. Climb. Survive. The relic’s power cannot fall into shadow. Failure isn’t an option. It’s a plummet.
