The climb to the roof was easier than it should have been.
Raizen found a hidden maintenance ladder bolted to the hall's eastern wall - iron rungs, old but solid, running from the platform level to the roofline. He was relieved that he didn't have to climb all of the branches again - his arms were tired, his Eon was mostly depleted, and his body was running on whatever reserve existed past the reserve. But the rungs held his weight and his hands held the rungs and his legs did the work of lifting him, one step at a time, until he pulled himself over the edge and onto the hall's curved glass roof.
