An aged and weary king, his sunken eyes reflecting the weight of his years, dons a frayed royal cloak of deep, muted purple. Clutching a staff adorned with ancestral symbols, he leads the way with cautious determination. By his side is Prince Chidi, his determined gaze and sharp jawline bespoke of his resilient spirit. His sturdy build is clad in a leather tunic, over which hangs a hunter’s dark cape, and his grip is firm on a ceremonial sword that glistens faintly in the half-light. The Chief Priest, a gaunt figure wrapped in flowing white and red robes, his attire intricate with beads and cowrie shells, follows with a solemn grace. His face is artfully marked with sacred symbols, giving him an aura of mystique. Together, they venture into the eerie depths of Kelunwa Forest, where ancient trees stand like spectral sentinels, their skeletal branches reaching for a sky obscured by swirling silver mist. Shadows twist and dance in the undergrowth, and the luminous eyes of unseen creatures pierce the oppressive darkness. At the heart of this otherworldly scene lies the mouth of a cave, gaping like a monster’s maw, shrouded in shadows and pulsating with a faint, ominous red glow. All are attuned to the foreboding energy that permeates the air.