Blake's legs were in agony. The stairs, such a welcome change from the caves they had been navigating, had become their own version of hell. Somewhere around the six-hour mark, Blake began to believe that the stairs were moving and that he and Humbot were making no progress to their goal - whatever that was. Humbot assured him they were still moving upward, though, so they continued.
Their water supply had run out three hours after that, five hours ago. Grimly, Blake had continued. Driven on by the sound of his feet on the stones, the creaking and popping of his knees, and the not-quite-silent sounds of Humbot behind him, he climbed.
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