Redsand Canyon macto

The boulder moved. Little by little; sometimes in reverse, if he should miss a step or lose focus. His energy burned, his anger waned with it.

When finally the thing was high enough he could go no further, Glaukos was made to stop. It had been hours. He breathed raggedly and often, taking mouthfuls of snow so that he could cool himself through the mouth.

The boulder rested. He did not look at Germanicus with any attitude now, only weakness.