Arthur woke early the next morning, the anticipation of finally obtaining the Veil of Mother Earth humming through his body. The underwater kingdom of Metafones was peaceful as he prepared himself for what was supposed to be a straightforward day. His companions, too, were ready, though an air of unease lingered. It felt like something was about to happen, something unexpected.
The meeting with the King of Metafones had been scheduled for the morning, and Arthur found himself eager yet wary. There was still the sense that things would not go as smoothly as planned—an intuition sharpened by years of danger and unpredictable twists in his journey.
