With trembling hands, he closed the coffin lid gently, as if to preserve the sanctity of what lay inside. The lock was useless now, but he placed it back in position out of respect for the anonymity that had shrouded this knight for so long.

Staring at the closed coffin, the fisherman knew this morning would mark the beginning of a journey—one not of nets and fish, but of uncovering the stories hidden in this armor. It was a journey into the past, to unlock the tales of warriors, battles, and perhaps even kingdoms that had faded into the annals of time.