The mountain ahead looks as large as a planet and it reaches above the clouds. The wind and snow are treacherous, the lack of air is almost suffocating.
“You could die trying to climb it, only a few men have ever reached the top. And they were deathly sick when they came back,” a Sherpa says serving wine.
“I’ve been there twice, and I have to go there now if I’m ever going to succeed,” he takes a sip of the wine and then takes a long drag off his cigar.
“You will need a guide and a team of...” the man grabs him by the neck holding him into the air.
“If I wanted your opinion I would’ve asked for it,” he breaks the mans neck with a swift jerk of the wrist and drops him. The people around shudder in fear.
He reaches the top with ice and snow hanging from his extremities. He looks aro
