The mountain was a nightmare for both of them.
Fog wrapped around everything, as far as their eyesight could see, they were trapped in a grey colored haze.
Raviel could barely see his own hands, let alone where he was stepping on. The rock felt damp and mushy, due to the dew laden moss covering on it.
The narrow cracks and sharp edges were the only things which were keeping them from falling straight down.
Harry climbed ahead of Raviel, breathing hard due to their prior conversation.
Raviel deliberately didn't use his [ gravity]. If Harry slipped, he wanted to react naturally as his affinity was pretty much concentration demanding. So he climbed, in the slow and painful way. Searching for the tiny gaps.
After fixing his feet firmly at an overgrown ledge.
Raviel spoke calmly, conserving his breath. Like they weren't hanging a few hundred meters above the ground.
"Hey! Harry, do you know who is the weakest student in your class is?".
