The Star Gate had opened once before. Now it called again—flaring violently. But this time, something different pulsed within it: a bridge between all realms, not just fairykind.
The forest's fate wasn't isolated. Umbrael had begun to unravel the fabric between dimensions.
Lucky entered the gate once more, this time walking among reflections of other worlds—icy mountains where dragons whispered, oceans with dreaming deities, even a shattered realm where no stars remained.
At the center stood a mirror that showed her not her face—but her legacy.
She reached out and touched it.
The mirror became a flame.