Zolani looked at his son, seeing in him the same fire that had once driven him t

Zolani looked at his son, seeing in him the same fire that had once driven him to greatness—and to ruin. He sighed deeply, his voice carrying the weight of his past as he replied, "Mandla, my son, the power I wielded was not true power. It was born of fear and maintained through suffering. Zolani is an old wise looking king dressed in a regal buth worn attire. His son is a 22 years old prince dressed in a rich vibrant robes that signify his royal heritage. With a low cut hair style They both are standing in the edge of the village down the evening as the moon shines.