"The Monolith was built at the top of the world.
It was the center of the universe.
There was even proof: in historical books written by ancient deities and locked away for safekeeping from profane masses. Generation after generation had passed down the Truth: that the Scioness just before the last, had spoken to the Scioness before that, and her before that, and so on, purporting a single divine witness. That the very first Scioness was handmaiden to a Goddess, who placed her seat here and granted divine lineage to the most faithful.
Sif, a mercenary of no nation, could see it from her lone camp. Just east of it’s looming bulk.
Like any band-born child, she was a survivalist: trained from childhood by both barked commands and near-death experiences brought about by curiosity. Marching from the moment she could wear boots, scrounging in times of scarcity, gathering, hunting, tracking, navigating.
It was the only knowledge natural to her, and it must apply here.
When you needed a clear vantage, you went up."
— Nadir: Prologue —