The Lost king

EXT. RUINED TEMPLE – NIGHT

Lightning crackles across the cursed sky. The Rebel Alliance stands at the edge of a vast crater temple, now corrupted and glowing with red runes. In its center stands the Dark Priest, Bankode, cloaked in flowing black robes, eyes burning with dark power.

At the front of the rebel line stand YEMI, BAYO, and MORENIKE, flanked by elite warriors. The tension is thick. The air vibrates with power and destiny.

BANKODE

(mocking)

Fools. You think your unity can unravel what's already bound in blood?

MORENIKE steps forward, her aura glowing with divine energy, eyes locked with his.

MORENIKE

You chained our ancestors in shadow. We are their light.

She raises her staff. A burst of ancient symbols swirls in the air — the battle begins.

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FLASHBACK – REBEL TACTICAL BRIEFING – NIGHT BEFORE

YEMI stands over a large, crudely drawn map lit by lantern flame. Around him: Bayo, Morenike, Femi, Ayomide, and Adeola.

YEMI

Bankode draws power from enchanted relic power surge placed across four sacred grounds. We strike them all at once.

Cut to: Individual squads assigned to missions

Bayo leads a unit to where bankode source in cursed forest near Ibadi 

Yemi infiltrates the underground altar.

YEMI (V.O.)

We strike. Together. Fast. Before he sees it coming.

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EXT. BATTLEFIELD – PRESENT

Morenike and Bankode engage in a clash of magic and will. Spells and enchantments collide — light vs darkness. The air shatters with their duels: ancient chants, spiritual beasts, blazing elemental strikes.

BANKODE

You were born of me. You are nothing without the curse I gave you!

MORENIKE

I was reborn through fire. My soul is mine.