Chapter 22 – Simurgh, the Shadow of Legend
Dawn broke with golden light touching the treetops. While the world seemed to have just woken up, I had passed a night without sleep.
I sat, leaning against a large boulder, my body smeared in dried blood and shards of mutant beast flesh. The ground around me was scarred wounded from an endless battle.
All the creatures that took part in that insane "selection"... were dead and I don't know how much it is.
Not because of luck.
But because I knew no fatigue. I didn't need sleep. I had no stamina to run out. That was the advantage of being undead. I could keep fighting until the whole world ran out of enemies.
"Ugh... finally some silence." I rested my head on the rock, letting the morning wind sweep across my cold face.
But that peace didn't last long.
FWOOSH!
The sound of giant wings tore through the sky, creating air pressure that made the leaves tremble. I looked up—and just as I thought, the eagle had returned.
With a body roughly five meters tall and a wingspan possibly over ten meters, it landed without a sound. The aura flowing from its body was so intense, it sent a chill down my spine—despite me no longer having a human nervous system.
It stared at me for a moment... then smiled.