The Screaming Peaks earned their name honestly.
As Adam's fingers found purchase on the jagged obsidian that formed the cliff face, the wind struck him like a hail of blades. It didn't simply howl—it shrieked with the voices of every soul that had ever been torn apart by its fury. The sound burrowed into his skull, seeking to shatter his concentration and send him plummeting into the abyss below.
But Adam had spent months in a deeper abyss than any wind could threaten him with. These screams were nothing compared to the silence of absolute despair he had endured.
"The handholds are exactly where our informants said they'd be," Luna called out, her voice barely audible above the wind's fury. Despite the hellish conditions, she moved up the cliff face with inhuman grace, her succubus nature allowing her to find purchase where none should exist.
