Icarus 1

As Dea and her companions stood in the chamber, surrounded by the pulsating glow of the orb, a sense of awe and anticipation filled the air. The ancient tapestries lining the walls seemed to come alive, their intricate designs shifting and weaving as if telling stories of days long past.

With a deep breath, Dea reached out and grasped the orb, her fingers tingling with the raw energy emanating from its surface. As she did, a surge of power coursed through her, filling her with a sense of purpose and clarity.

Visions flooded her mind once more, but this time they were different. Instead of glimpses of the future, she saw echoes of the past – scenes of battles fought and lost, of heroes and villains locked in an eternal struggle for dominance.