With the crystal set into the broken arch, the Star Gate awakened. Light poured forth, revealing a swirling vortex of constellations and drifting runes.
It wasn't a portal to a place—it was a bridge to memory, magic, and purpose.
Lucky stepped through and saw the world not as it was, but as it could be: united, luminous, unbroken.
When she returned, she was changed. Taller. Stronger. Her wings now shimmered with constellations. And in her eyes burned the knowledge of every fairy who had ever fallen.