Minutes later, a creature that hadn't been in the cave before strode in, whispering an unintelligible phrase to the others. Before they knew what was happening, the group was dragged out of the cave and toward an even larger cavern. As they approached the entrance, two massive vultures perched at the front, feasting on what appeared to be fresh human remains. The vultures lifted their heads, their eyes locking onto the group with a terrifying hunger, as if sensing a new meal had arrived. However, their gaze was met with a stern gesture from one of the creatures, who spoke in a strange, guttural language that only the vultures seemed to understand. "Jiiiiic! Tigri'ch kasa," he growled, and the vultures reluctantly returned to their meal.
Towards the cave and in the cave, the group saw that the creatures seemed to be divided into males and females, each with distinct physical characteristics. The males were imposing, with broad, hairy chests and strong, rugged faces. Their long tails curled behind them, modestly covered with leaves that seemed to be their only garment. The females, on the other hand, had a single breast centered on their chest, and their faces appeared softer than those of the males. Their tails were shorter, and they too used leaves to cover themselves, wrapping them around their breasts and private areas. The young ones resembled their parents, with the females having small or barely noticeable breasts depending on their age. The creatures watched the group with a mixture of curiosity and caution, their eyes gleaming in the dim light of the cave.
The cave was a hive of activity, with creatures moving to and fro, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Some carried gruesome loads, what appeared to be human limbs and organs, covered in blood and gore. Others were busy hauling debris and dirt, their movements swift and purposeful. The ground was littered with bones, a macabre mix of human and animal remains, strewn about with no apparent care. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, and the group's stomachs churned in revulsion as they took in the horrific scene. The creatures seemed to be preparing for something, their frenzied activity filling the cave with an unsettling energy.
The moment they materialized in the cave, the surrounding creatures closed in, their faces alight with excitement and jubilation. They moved towards the group with an air of triumph, as if they had just secured a great prize. "Grya gase id!" one of the creatures bellowed, its voice carrying across the cave. The commotion abruptly ceased as a commanding figure emerged from a cloud of dust or smoke, its presence commanding attention. The figure appeared to be their king, grasping a distinctive staff adorned with a zigzag pattern. Wrapped around the staff was a snakeskin, complete with horns, and at its apex, a human skull seemed to scream silently. The skull's empty eye sockets seemed to cry out for mercy, while its jaw hung open as if pleading for justice. The king held the staff with a menacing intensity, as if his very life depended on it. The other creatures bowed low, parting to clear a path as the imposing figure strode forward. "Jiiiiic!" it roared, its face twisted in a fierce snarl, sending a wave of terror through Rotimi, Mike, Amina, and the others. The king's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as it turned and walked ahead, the creatures following closely behind, prodding their captives forward.