The grand hall of Metafones was unlike any place Arthur had ever been. The soft glow of bioluminescent lights filled the vast space, reflecting off the coral walls and casting a shimmering light over everything. The people of Metafones moved with the grace of the ocean itself, their skin shimmering like pearls, and their movements as fluid as the waves. As Arthur stood before the throne, the weight of their gaze rested on him and his companions.
The King of Metafones, seated on his grand coral throne, regarded Arthur with deep, ancient eyes that held the weight of centuries. His long, flowing hair swirled gently in the water, moving with the same rhythm as the currents of the sea. He was a figure of authority and wisdom, his presence commanding the respect of all in the room.
