Chapter 144

Icarus ascended the mountain with inhuman speed, each step covering over three feet. Any onlooker would have been terrified by the sight. In less than an hour, he reached the summit of Skyrim Mountain. The area was surrounded by dense white fog, with low visibility. Glancing down, Icarus saw nothing but a sea of clouds. It had been 800 years since Icarus last visited this place. He could not remember the exact location of the gravestone he sought, so he circled the peak until he found it. The weathered tombstone was covered in moss. "Sheena Whittaker's Grave"—Icarus had carved those words himself long ago. Maybe he had not etched them deep enough, as the inscriptions were barely readable. Icarus stood silently before the grave, lost in thought. He was not one for nostalgia. Memories often left him feeling suffocatingly lonely, which was why he had avoided this place for so long. Before meeting Melinda, he had almost forgotten about Sheena entirely. Yet, fate had a strange way of b