In the dim, grimy confines of a cage-like dungeon, King Subala

In the dim, grimy confines of a cage-like dungeon, King Subala, weak and frail, sits on the cold stone floor, his once regal robes now tattered. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows, emphasizing the bars that imprison him and his sons. With trembling hands, he passes the meager portion of food to a young Shakuni, whose eyes are wide with a mix of hunger and despair. Despite his own frailty, Subala’s expression is resolute, silently urging Shakuni to survive. The grim surroundings intensify the moment, capturing the weight of the king's heartbreaking decision in a world of shadows and sorrow.in comic style