The corruption began to infect Lucky herself—small veins of darkness coiling beneath her skin. Her powers faltered. Her thoughts twisted.
Marla discovered the cure: the Final Flame, an unformed spark buried in Ember's ancestral nest. But to claim it, Lucky had to face her greatest fear.
In a vision forged by the flame, she watched herself fail. Wings broken. Friends lost. Forest burning.
She stood tall, reached into the fire, and accepted it all—pain, fear, doubt.
The darkness fled. And the Mark of the Final Flame etched itself on her back: a glowing phoenix in flight.