The cavern's tension had barely settled when a faint glow appeared outside the entrance. Prava stepped closer to the opening, her eyes widening.
Above the forest beyond, a single star shimmered brighter than the rest, its light piercing the night like a celestial arrow.
"The Star of Destiny…" whispered Allara. "It's guiding us."
Rafael's gaze followed the light. "To the Hidden Tower," he said. "Everything we've endured—the Trial, the battles—it all leads here."
The warriors exchanged determined glances. Each step forward felt heavier, yet more certain, as if the star's light infused them with purpose.
Upon reaching the foot of the Hidden Tower, an ancient door loomed, carved with symbols older than memory. The air thrummed with power, and a voice echoed—soft yet commanding.
"You have come far, yet not all is as it seems," it said. "The truth you seek lies within, but be warned: some secrets awaken more than knowledge—they awaken destiny itself."
Prava's heart pounded as the door creaked open. Inside, murals adorned the walls—depicting dragons and wolves, flames and tears, battles that spanned centuries. And there, in the center, a crystal pulsed with an inner light.
As Prava reached toward it, images flooded her mind:
The elder dragon's hidden past, his sacrifices for peace
The Wolf tribe's ancient pact, long buried in shadow
Rafael's own lineage, intertwined with both tribes in ways none had known
Allara gasped. "It's… everything we never knew."
The crystal's glow grew brighter, illuminating not just the chamber, but the weight of truth itself. Prava felt a surge of clarity: their choices, their unity, their courage—it was all part of a destiny greater than any battle.
The door closed behind them, leaving them bathed in starlight. Outside, the Star of Destiny shimmered on, unwavering, as if promising that every secret revealed, every trial endured, was only the beginning of their true journey.