The Hidden Tower's light faded behind them as Prava, Allara, and Rafael descended the spiral staircase. Outside, the forest was alive with the quiet hum of nature, yet the tension between the tribes was palpable.
Rafael looked at Prava. "The trials… they've changed us. But now, we must unite the dragons and wolves. It won't be easy."
Allara nodded. "Truth, courage, and trust—these are what will bring peace."
At the edge of the forest, the leaders of both tribes awaited. Wolves with fur gleaming in the twilight and dragons perched majestically, scales shimmering. Whispers of suspicion rippled through the crowd.
Prava stepped forward, holding the key that had opened the Gate of Memories. "We carry the lessons of the past. Betrayal and pride may have divided us before, but together we can choose a new path."
The elder dragon and alpha wolf exchanged glances. Slowly, one by one, the creatures lowered their guard, stepping closer. The tension softened as they began to remember the old pact, the stories of unity long buried.
Rafael joined Prava and Allara. "We faced trials of heart, spirit, and trust. Now it's your turn to decide: do we continue the cycle of hatred, or do we create a future together?"
A murmur of agreement spread. Fire and fang, wings and paws, came together in a tentative but sincere gesture of alliance.
Above them, the first stars appeared in the sky, shining on a forest no longer divided but united—at least for now—by courage, wisdom, and the hope that the next generation could walk a different path.