In the heart of the Kelunwa Forest, where ancient trees stretch their skeletal branches toward a sky cloaked in swirling silver mist, a somber group makes its way. At the forefront is the aging King, his weary eyes sunk into shadowed hollows, his once-regal cloak of muted purple now tattered and whispered with tales of time. In his hand, he grips a staff, its wood engraved with symbols passed through generations. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, a figure of determination and purpose. His sharp jawline and sturdy build are accentuated by a leather tunic and a hunter’s cloak, his hand tightly gripping a ceremonial sword that gleams with the promise of destiny. Trailing them, the Chief Priest moves with a ghostly grace, his gaunt figure swathed in robes of flowing white and red, adorned with beads and cowrie shells that clink softly with his every step. Sacred markings paint his face, whispering secrets of the ancients. Shadows dance and twist in the flickering undergrowth, and glowing eyes of unseen creatures pierce the encroaching darkness. At the heart of this otherworldly scene lies a cave, its entrance a gaping maw like a slumbering monster, shrouded in shadows and exuding a faint, pulsating red glow. It beckons the group forward, promising both peril and revelation.
