On the next rest day, Fedlimid decided to visit Arthur, knowing exactly where to find him. Despite Arthur's open invitation to share the location, no one had dared to join him.
Arthur was stretched out on the shore of the lake, his crimson hair glinting in the sunlight, his eyes half-closed in serene indifference. Around him, two dozen man-eating crocodiles lay sprawled in the sand, their massive forms as still and silent as if under a spell. It was an unsettling tableau, the predators appearing less like guardians and more like companions, lulled into a strange peace by Arthur's presence.
As Fedlimid ventured closer, his gaze was drawn to the intricate work etched into the sand.
Thousands of runes, their shapes ranging from perfectly precise to slightly smudged, filled the area in chaotic, overlapping patterns. Some bore the marks of careful adjustment, while others were already wiped clean, replaced by newer attempts.
