Macaque continues his story, his voice filled with heartbreak and anger. "The leader of the golden monkeys, Wukong, saw himself as the supreme king and set his sights on my mountain. He attacked my village, took us by surprise. We fought back, but we were defeated in just a few months. I was captured and led up the mountain in chains. I saw the corpses of my people scattered around the battlefield. Wukong declared himself the new king and claimed the mountain as his own. He sealed off the cave to keep me trapped here, a constant reminder of his victory." Macaque's voice shook with emotion as he recounted the events. MK listened silently, feeling a mix of anger and sadness for Macaque's loss.
Macaque paused, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he recalled the memories that haunted him. The weight of his past pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he took a deep breath before continuing. "I thought I would die in that cave, forgotten like the bones of my kin. But I survived, fueled by the desire for vengeance and the hope that one day, I might reclaim what was taken from me. Each day, I felt the chains tightening around my heart, binding me to the pain of loss."

MK shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Macaque's story. He could sense the depth of sorrow that lay beneath the surface, the anger simmering just below Macaque's calm exterior. "But you escaped," MK said softly, trying to lift the heavy atmosphere. "You found a way out."

Macaque nodded, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. "Yes. It took years, but I learned to harness my anger, to turn it into strength. I found cracks in the cave walls, moments of weakness in Wukong's guard. I was patient, waiting for the right moment to strike. When I finally broke free, I vowed to never let myself be trapped again. But the scars of my past still linger."

MK felt a surge of admiration for the tenacity Macaque had shown, but he couldn't shake the feeling of despair that clung to the air. "What do you plan to do now
Macaque continues his story, his voice filled with heartbreak and anger. "The leader of the golden monkeys, Wukong, saw himself as the supreme king and set his sights on my mountain. He attacked my village, took us by surprise. We fought back, but we were defeated in just a few months. I was captured and led up the mountain in chains. I saw the corpses of my people scattered around the battlefield. Wukong declared himself the new king and claimed the mountain as his own. He sealed off the cave to keep me trapped here, a constant reminder of his victory." Macaque's voice shook with emotion as he recounted the events. MK listened silently, feeling a mix of anger and sadness for Macaque's loss.

"But we won't let him keep you here," MK said determinedly. "I'll help you escape and take back your mountain." Macaque looked at MK with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, MK. I've been waiting for someone to help me for so long. I'll do whatever it takes to get my mountain back."

MK and Macaque began to devise a plan to escape the mountain and take down Wukong. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to succeed. They spent days researching Wukong's defenses and weaknesses, and they came up with a plan to sneak into the palace and take Wukong by surprise.

The day of the attack arrived, and MK and Macaque set out towards the palace. They crept through the forest, avoiding the guards and traps that Wukong had set up. They finally reached the palace gates and sneaked inside, making their way towards the throne room.

As they approached the throne room, they heard Wukong's voice booming through the halls. "I am the king of this mountain, and I will not be defeated!" MK and Macaque exchanged a glance, knowing that they had to act fast. They crept into the throne room, and MK took out his sword, ready to fight.

But as they