Atreus' POV:
I stood before the wall—the wall—the one that separated me from the world beyond, a place of endless wonders I’d been deprived of for so long. Behind me, Icarus rambled on, his voice grating against my thoughts as he described the world outside. He spoke of some "evil" individual named Jamie, but honestly, I couldn’t take his accusations seriously. After all, he was imprisoned here by the gods, and if he considered himself a good person, why would he be stuck in this pit of eternal confinement? They always think the inexperienced are the most gullible.
I was eager to leave this place behind. Outside, there were countless things to experience—new foods to try, plants and animals to discover, and people to meet who didn’t smell like dirt or have brittle nails. The ones I’d see
