We sat at the table, shoveling food into our mouths like starved animals. Manners? Forgotten. After a month of eating nothing but scraps, good food, no, amazing food, made all etiquette a distant memory.
Steve, still chewing, waved a half-eaten leg piece in the air.
"So tell me the next thing… uuhmm… your meeting with Arkas."
I nodded and filled him in, explaining how Arkas had proposed a plan to help me become as strong as possible, strong enough to take on the world's greatest threats and eventually make my way to the Prime Galaxy.
Steve listened intently, nodding as he grabbed another mystery leg piece. He took a massive bite, chewed for a second, then pointed it at me.
"So, to summarize—Commander wants to turn you into a powerhouse, one of the strongest in history, so you can fight the Eternals and our world's enemies?"
He paused, then narrowed his eyes. "Dude, you know what? I smell a conspiracy."
I hurled a leg piece at him. He dodged.
