In the eerie depths of the Kelunwa Forest, an aged and weary king trudges forward, his sunken eyes dim beneath a tattered cloak of deep indigo, a royal garment long faded from its former glory. His hand grips a weathered staff, intricately carved with the symbols of his noble ancestors. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, his determination clear in his sharp jawline and strong build. He is clad in a rugged leather tunic and hunter’s cloak, the ceremonial sword at his side catching glints of the dim light filtering through the tangled canopy. Accompanying them is the Chief Priest, a gaunt figure whose every step is a measured grace. His flowing robes, a pristine white and vibrant red, are ornamented with beads and cowrie shells that jingle softly with his movements. Sacred markings in white adorn his solemn face, lending him an air of mystic austerity. Around them, the ancient trees stand sentinel, their skeletal branches reaching like bony fingers toward a sky obscured by a swirling, silver mist. Shadows twist and shift in the undergrowth, elusive creatures hidden from view but betrayed by their glowing eyes that puncture the darkness with eerie intensity. At the scene's heart yawns a cave, its entrance a dark maw that seems to breathe with a faint, rhythmic pulse of red light. The shadows around it dance as if alive, drawn to the gentle lure of the glow emanating from within, promising mysteries as old as time itself.