The Hills (Western Route)

Oppressively silent hills stretch westward, where Indiana Jones grips the reins atop the lead elephant, scanning the horizon with determination undercut by unease. Short Round clings nearby, eyes wide with awe and dread, while Willie shifts uncomfortably as her poise frays. A blood-red sunset bathes the barren slopes, its dying light mirroring the enslaved children's fading hope in Pankot Palace. The elephants' slow, relentless pace through this stark terrain drives home the pull of fate drawing the group onward.