In the heart of the Kelunwa Forest, where towering ancient trees with skeletal branches claw at a sky shrouded in swirling silver mist, a group ventures with cautious determination. Leading them is The King, aged and weary, with eyes that speak of countless burdens. His tattered royal cloak, once a vibrant purple, now hangs in subdued hues, and in his hand is a staff intricately carved with symbols of his lineage. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, purpose etched into his sharp jawline and sturdy frame. Clad in a rugged leather tunic and a hunter’s cape, he grips a ceremonial sword with unwavering resolve. Flanking them is The Chief Priest, a gaunt figure enshrouded in flowing robes of white and red, adorned with glistening beads and cowrie shells. His face bears sacred markings, partially painted with precise strokes of wisdom and mystery. As they push deeper into the forest, shadows twist and shift within the dense undergrowth, while glowing eyes of unseen creatures peer through the darkness, watching their every move. The air is thick with the sound of rustling leaves and distant, haunting calls. At the heart of the forest, they are drawn to a cave, its entrance resembling a gaping monster's maw. The cavern is veiled in deep shadows, from which emanates a faint, eerie red glow, inviting and foreboding all at once, as if holding secrets of ancient rites and forgotten power.