As Alaric lay defeated, the Enchanted Forest pulsated with a renewed energy—a testament to the resilience of Yana, Prince Evander, and the unity they had forged. With the threat vanquished, the bindings of dark magic released Alaric, leaving him weakened and humbled.
In the midst of the triumph, a figure emerged from the shadows, their presence exuding an air of ancient wisdom. It was the Crone, a revered sage who had witnessed the ebb and flow of time within the Enchanted Forest.
The Crone approached Alaric, their eyes shimmering with a mixture of compassion and sternness. "Alaric, your path has been one of darkness and vengeance, but it is never too late to seek redemption. The Enchanted Forest offers you a chance to learn from your mistakes and find a path of healing."
Alaric, his voice tainted with bitterness, looked up at the Crone. "Why would the Enchanted Forest extend such mercy to one who has caused so much pain?"
