Lucas's breath hitched.
That was Earth.
It couldn't be anything else.
The descriptions were unmistakable—cars, phones, guns, airplanes. It was all too specific, too real, too close to home.
The wagon creaked as it rolled over uneven ground, but the sound barely registered in his mind. His hands clenched on his lap, fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers. His thoughts raced.
Was it really possible? That another person from Earth had been here before him?
His first instinct was doubt. But at the same time… the pieces fit too well.
If this legend was true, then someone—some other human—had been here long before him. And not just that. They had tried to change the world.
And failed.
Lucas swallowed hard.
M'baku watched him carefully, his golden eyes sharp, perceptive. "You recognize his words."
It wasn't a question.
