The celebration had settled into a calm evening, fires crackling gently as dragons and wolves shared stories beneath the stars. Prava, Allara, and Rafael gathered with the elders to formalize the unity of the tribes.
"This covenant," Prava began, holding the Heart Key aloft, "is a promise not only to ourselves but to the generations to come. Trust, courage, and compassion will guide our decisions."
The elder dragons lowered their heads in solemn agreement, and the alpha wolves lifted their paws in pledge. One by one, the tribes spoke their commitment, each voice strengthening the bond between fur and scale.
Yet, even as harmony was proclaimed, Prava felt the lingering presence of the Keeper's warning. The air shimmered faintly, carrying a whisper of power beyond their understanding.
Rafael frowned. "The trials behind us do not guarantee peace. Something stirs beyond these forests. We must remain vigilant, for the future we've begun to build depends on it."
Allara nodded, tightening her grip on her staff. "This covenant is strong, but we cannot forget the lessons of the past. Only by remembering will we survive what comes next."
Prava looked across the assembly, her heart filled with determination. "Let this unity shine as a beacon. We honor the past, protect the present, and prepare for the challenges yet to come."
Above, the stars twinkled brighter than ever, reflecting the promise of unity and the vigilance needed for the unknown trials ahead.