An aged and weary King, his eyes sunken, wears a tattered cloak of deep indigo that whispers of faded royalty. His hand rests heavily on a staff etched with ancient runes, each mark telling stories of his lineage. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, resolute and striking, his jaw firm, his frame solid and strong. Draped in a weathered leather tunic and a hunter's mantle, he holds a ceremonial sword that glints with an unyielding edge. Flanking them is the Chief Priest, a gaunt presence cloaked in flowing robes of ivory and crimson, bedecked with beads and cowrie shells that whisper with each step. His face is a canvas of sacred symbols, partially obscured by paint. Together, they walk into the heart of the Kelunwa Forest, where ancient trees stretch skeletal fingers toward an obscured sky, blurred by swirling, silvery mist. Shadows writhe and undulate among the ferns, while unseen eyes glimmer in the veil of darkness. Centrally, a cave lies awaiting, its mouth agape like that of a slumbering beast, veiled in shadow and exuding a soft, crimson glow that beckons the brave.