The Higher Plain Ch 6: Scaling The Titan!

I jogged down the expanse of her stomach, trying my best to focus and not completely lose my mind. It was weird—beyond weird, honestly. Her skin was hot, like she'd been sunbathing for hours, but it wasn't just the heat that got to me. It was the way her flesh felt under my feet, soft but firm, almost like walking on a giant memory foam mattress. Every step I took sank in just a little, and the rise and fall of her breathing made it feel like I was jogging across some massive, living trampoline.

"Dang, this woman is a landscape," I muttered under my breath, pausing for just a second to look back. The distance I'd already covered stretched out like a bizarre new world. The lower part of her stomach was barely visible, fading into the horizon where her endless legs dominated the land. Those legs—longer than any mountain range I'd ever seen—spread out and crushed everything beneath them, sprawling over what used to be my land.

The anger rose in me again, fiery and unrelenting, fueling my steps even as my legs screamed for a break. "Dammit, she's gonna pay!" I yelled, clenching my fists and pushing forward. Every step felt heavier than the last, as though her body itself was draining me. The heat, the sheer enormity of her—it all felt like it was pressing down on me, stealing my strength.

By the time I reached her chest, my jog had slowed to more of a determined stumble. I came to a stop, hands on my knees, panting as I looked up at the towering twin peaks in front of me. Breasts. I mean, I knew that's what they were, but calling them that felt ridiculous. These weren't just breasts; they were mountains. Actual, towering mountains of flesh that rose high above me, casting a shadow over everything. The canyon between them stretched out ahead like some impossible valley, dark and ominous.

"Great. A whole geography lesson," I muttered as I trudged into the valley. The air here was slightly cooler, which was a small relief, but the sheer scale of it all was overwhelming. The walls on either side of me rose so high they practically blocked out the sky. I tried not to think too hard about where I was or what I was walking between. Focus on the mission, Krelzor.

Up ahead, through the haze of exhaustion, I finally saw her face—or at least part of it. Her head rested far in the distance, her features partially obscured by the blur of my sweat-covered eyes. The Xylarion's face was still, her massive eyes shut, and for a moment, I almost believed she was harmless. But no, the suffocating weight of her presence was unmistakable, even with her lying unconscious.

I forced myself forward, crossing her neck—an unnervingly smooth and slightly damp plain of skin—and came to a stop beneath her chin. I craned my neck back, staring up at the massive structure towering above me. "Yeah, nope. Not climbing that," I said aloud, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. "This day just keeps getting better."

My eyes scanned the area, looking for anything I could use to get higher. That's when I saw them—strands of hair, thick as ropes, dangling close to her neck. "Guess that's my way up," I muttered, trying to psych myself up.

Grabbing onto the nearest strand, I began to climb. The hair was coarse but sturdy, and as thick as a ship's anchor rope. I pulled myself up hand over hand, my arms burning with every movement. The further I climbed, the more I realized just how massive she truly was. Each strand of hair could've been a suspension bridge, stretching impossibly far into the distance.

"Gotta say," I muttered through gritted teeth, pausing for a moment to catch my breath, "at least she smells good. That's something." There was this faint, flowery scent lingering in the air, probably from whatever magical shampoo she used. It didn't make the climb any less miserable, but hey, it was a nice touch.

The higher I went, the worse it got. The wind picked up, making the strands sway slightly, and I had to grip tighter to avoid slipping. My muscles ached, my hands were raw, and sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging like crazy. "Why is it always me?" I groaned, glancing up at the seemingly endless strand ahead. "Couldn't someone else be the hero for once?"

Finally, after what felt like hours, I reached a point where I could stand on one of the thicker strands and look around. I was high enough now that her neck looked like a small country beneath me, and her chest... well, let's just say those mountains weren't getting any smaller from up here. The view was surreal. For a brief moment, I almost forgot how exhausted I was.

And then it happened. The world around me began to rumble violently, throwing me off balance. I clung to the strand of hair with all my strength as the vibrations grew stronger, shaking everything in sight.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the deafening noise. The strand of hair swayed wildly, and I wrapped my legs around it for extra support.

The rumbling grew worse, and then I realized what was happening. My stomach dropped as I looked down at the massive body beneath me.

"She's waking up," I whispered, horrified. Then I screamed it, gripping the hair tighter as the vibrations turned into full-blown quakes. "She's waking up!"

Below, her chest began to rise and fall faster, her breaths deep and powerful enough to create massive gusts of wind. The strands of hair around me whipped back and forth as her head shifted slightly, her chin lifting ever so slightly off the ground.

I cursed under my breath, trying to figure out my next move. Climbing higher seemed impossible with the way everything was shaking, but going back down wasn't an option either. I was stuck—trapped on the hair of a waking Titan.

Her eyes fluttered open, each massive lid moving like a landslide, and I could see the glow of her golden irises starting to shine through. She let out a soft groan, the sound so deep and powerful it felt like the earth itself was groaning with her.

"Just my luck," I muttered, hanging on for dear life as her movements grew more pronounced. "Of course she wakes up while I'm halfway up her damn head. Why wouldn't she?"

Her head turned slightly, and I felt the strand of hair jerk violently, nearly throwing me off. "Stay calm, Krelzor," I said to myself, though my voice was anything but calm. "You've been in worse situations."

Had I, though? Probably not. This was easily the worst. But I wasn't about to give up. Not now. Not when I was this close. Tightening my grip on the strand, I prepared for the climb of my life.