Hands, coarse from years of traversing rough terrain bare-handed, gripped the next uneven ledge as Aloy heaved herself upwards, face beaded with sweat in spite of the cool winds. It was a welcome break from the dry, harsh sands the rest of the Wastes were covered with.
The mountains out here may have seemed dangerous, but it wasn't going to stop Aloy from following the mysterious signal her Focus had picked up, deep within these rocks. It was the first time this had happened since she'd arrived in Pandora, and the redhead had to know what it was.
The snow on the highest peaks reminded Aloy of the Cut, and the Banuk. Sometimes, her chest tightened at the thought of home...if she could even call it that. It hadn't been home since Rost had died. Green eyes gazed piercingly into the distance as she stopped for a moment, a resigned sadness on her face. Blinking, Aloy forced the feeling down. Standing here wasn't going to get her answers.
Peering at the cavern down below, Aloy suddenly ran, leaping out into the open air. As she began to fall, the woman released a bright yellow rope, snagging it onto a nearby branch that had grown into the cliffside. Time to go down...
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