Inside the coffin lay something that defied all reason and logic—a perfectly preserved, ancient suit of armor. It was unlike anything the fisherman had ever seen, ornate and encrusted with jewels that sparkled even in the dim morning light. The armor’s design was intricate, with patterns that suggested an era long past, yet it seemed untouched by time or the sea’s corrosive embrace.
The armor was complete, from helmet to greaves, with a sword laid across the chest. The weapon’s hilt was adorned with symbols that the fisherman didn’t recognize, their meanings lost to history. Despite the timeworn exterior of the coffin, the contents were pristine, as though the sea had conspired to protect this relic of a forgotten age.
