"A solemn dungeon deep beneath the palace. King Subala, now gaunt and frail

"A solemn dungeon deep beneath the palace. King Subala, now gaunt and frail, with his regal attire tattered, hands a piece of bread to a younger Shakuni, whose sharp features are now shadowed with grief and determination. The scene is lit by faint torchlight, with rough stone walls and a heavy air of despair. Shakuni’s eyes gleam with the first hint of the revenge to come, his blue and silver attire now dulled by the dark atmosphere."