The King, an elderly and battle-worn figure, carries the weight of countless generations in his wise, sunken eyes. His royal cloak, once a vibrant shade of regal purple, now drapes around him in tattered whispers of its former glory. A gnarled staff, intricately carved with symbols of his ancestors, rests in his hand, guiding him forward. Beside him strides Prince Chidi, his presence exuding youthful determination. His features are sharply defined, with a jawline set with purpose. Clad in a weathered leather tunic and a hunter’s cape, he grips a ceremonial sword, its blade reflecting his resolve. The Chief Priest, a spectral figure swathed in flowing robes of white and red, moves with an ethereal grace. Beads and cowrie shells adorn him, the gentle clinking a constant rhythm to their journey. His face is partly painted with sacred symbols, lending him an otherworldly air. Together they traverse the foreboding Kelunwa Forest, where ancient trees stretch their skeletal limbs skyward, clawing at a canopy of swirling, silver mist. The shadows weave and writhe beneath the undergrowth, and the forest is alive with the glaring eyes of unseen beasts cutting through the darkness. At the center of this ominous setting lies a cavern, its entrance wide and ominous, resembling the gaping maw of some forgotten beast. The cave is enshrouded in darkness, yet a faint, eerie red glow pulses from its depths, beckoning them forward into its mysterious heart.