He understands the significance of this meeting.

He'll hear you out.

(WHINNYING CONTINUES)

(SHARKS SNARLING)

(WHINNYING)

(GROWLING)

- King Orm. - King Nereus.

You picked a meeting place too close to the surface for my liking.

You don't recognize the Council of the Kings?

In Atlan's time, when the Seven Kingdoms were one,

our ancestors gathered here.

Atlantis sat here at the head of the table.

Xebel, as always, by his side.

Brine. Fishermen.

The Deserters and the Trench had not yet fallen.

The Lost Nation had not yet vanished.

Together, they were the greatest empire the world had ever seen.

But now, I sit on Atlan's throne,

shackled by archaic laws and politics.

While the threat above us grows undeniably--

Violence has always plagued the surface.

They will destroy themselves.

Not before destroying us first.

We have been hiding long enough.

The time has come for Atlantis to rise again.

VULKO: We honor you, King Nereus,

by inviting Xebel to be the first kingdom

to join King Orm's alliance.

As if you had a choice, Vulko.

By law, you need four of the Seven Kingdoms

to ascend and attack.

The Lost Nation and the Deserters have long perished.

The Trench are nothing but animals.

The Brine will never join you, and the Fishermen are cowards.

Without me and my army to convince them, your plans are stillborn.

But I know what you really want.

Once you've obtained the pledge of the four kingdoms,

you will be ordained

Ocean Master.

That is merely a title.

I'm no fool, King Orm.

As Ocean Master, you'll be commander

of the greatest military might on this planet.

I am the natural choice to lead it.

Are you?

What about the rumors that there's another?

An Atlantean, living among the surface.

One of royal blood.

You may sit on the throne of Atlantis, but your claim to it is weak.

How can you possibly hope to unite the empire?

My mother's bastard has never even been to Atlantis.

His loyalty is to the surface.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(WHINING)

(SCREECHING)

Surface-dwellers! To arms!

(GROANS)

(SEAHORSE WHINNYING)

(GRUNTING)

Your king is injured!

(NEREUS GROANING)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

I'm not trying to start a war.

The war has already begun.

Then it's time we send them a message they'll hear.

TOM: I'm good. ARTHUR: Stop.