Legend of Icaros

st a shore, each one searing deeper than the last. He felt his life slip away as images of his life flashed before his eyes: the first time he'd touched down on Earth's soil, feeling the cool gra

inferno. His body began to dissolve into shimmering particles of light in the overwhelming heat –

ich with the smell of damp earth, unfamiliar flowers, and a faint, electric undercurrent that made the hair on his neck stand on end. Trying to shrug off the disturbance, Icaros curled up on the soft bed of moss and fallen leaves beneath him and held his head, his temples thr

rees with bark like polished stone and leaves that shimmered like metal in the soft light. Still trying to make sense of things, Icaros slowly sat up, his muscles feeling heavier than they had in millennia – a

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es as a being who always knew more and was more capable than those around him. His gaze drifted over the group: five men in tota

ied to stifle it behind their hands, but failed to contain their amusement. "He must have serious memory loss," another chipped in smugly, adjusting the plain cloth

rb light and gleamed with a subtle blue sheen, with a sword at his waist whose hilt was wrapped in dark leather and set

gument. The men hurried to apologize, bowing their heads and showering h

eat ironwood tree? He doesn't look well – his clothes are torn to shreds, an

survivor who wandered into our path." He finished with a hint of s

m to thank their leader, whispering urgently. Icaros took the hint; he didn't want trouble in a world he knew nothing about, especially not when he still couldn't underst

sible enough. Keep him at the back – in case of attacks. We still have half a day's time,to complete

kind eyes that stood out among the group – stepped forward and led Icaros to the re

ut only as the victor, standing over armies that couldn't hope to match his strength and prowess. A small smirk crept onto his face unknowingly as he thought of it. One of the men ahead – the sharp-featured one who'd mocked him earlier – glanced back and caught

racks are strange – I've nev

ith six clawed toes and a pattern of ridges that seemed to glow faintly in the shade. The Young Master s

ut before he could speak, his enhanced hearing caught a sound no one else noticed: a low, guttural growl from high above, followed by the rush of air displaced by something large moving through t

zen in shock, their mouths open but no sound coming out. Then a loud BOOM! echoed through the for

ck, their hands reaching for knives at their waists. All stared in shock at the man who'd struck the beast down with a

ce sharp with warning as he leaped into the

combat – but what he saw from the corner of his eye cooled his excitement instantly. Icaros hadn't moved from his spot, but his arm had plunged straight through

a crane settling on a branch, his sword

with a serious gaze that replaced his earli

ulling his arm free and wiping the dark substa

ny ordinary cultivator, or even a skilled warrior. Li Han,

ut pushing their pace so hard, but a cold glare from the Young Master silenced him instantly. "Yes,

stone channels into pools that glowed with the same electric energy Icaros had felt in the air. Clouds draped the sky like a soft gray blanket, but suddenly, they parted to reveal the bow of a massive flying vessel – shaped like a great ship without wings,possibl

from atop the gatehouse, his voice carrying across the c

bowl-shaped light screen – invisible until now, but shimmering with rainbow hues where it caught the sun – appeared to shield the entire sect from top to bottom. It parted just enough to