The plane touched down on the runway of Glaciora Atolls, and Arthur felt a thrill of excitement. He and his new friends gathered their belongings and followed the other passengers off the plane.
As they exited the airport, Arthur was struck by the island's lush greenery and turquoise waters. But their arrival was met with a sense of urgency, and they were quickly ushered into a waiting vehicle.
The vehicle wound its way through the island's mountainous terrain, eventually arriving at a heavily fortified entrance. The gates swung open, revealing a tunnel that led deep into the mountains.
As they drove through the tunnel, Arthur felt a sense of anticipation building. What lay ahead? What kind of training would they receive? And what kind of missions would they be undertaking?
The vehicle finally stopped at a large underground base, hidden within the mountains. Arthur's eyes widened as he took in the sheer scale of the facility.
Marcellus greeted them, his smile warm and welcoming. "Welcome, team. You're about to embark on an incredible journey. Let's get started."
Arthur and his friends exchanged nervous glances, but they were ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together, they followed Marcellus into the heart of the base, eager to begin their training.
As they walked, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He was part of something bigger than himself, something that could change the world.
The base was bustling with activity, Inhumans of all ages and backgrounds rushing to and fro. Arthur felt a sense of belonging wash over him.
He was home.