As you were rudely dragged before their monstrous king, Icarus, your senses overwhelmed with eerie surroundings. The soldiers barked indecipherable words at their ruler, their language a dissonant mystery.

Finally, King Icarus, his form towering and foreboding, spoke with a voice that seemed to scrape the very air it touched. "You dare enter my lands, meat bag." his words carrying the weight of ages. His horned eyes, like burning coals, bore into your , demanding an answer.