Years passed, and the threat of the Shadow Serpent faded into a distant memory. Lysander, though his hair had turned silver and his face etched with the lines of time, remained a figure of legend, his name whispered with reverence throughout the land.
He lived a life of peace and contentment, surrounded by friends and family. He continued to mentor young warriors, passing on the wisdom of the Elder and the lessons he had learned in his own journey.
But even in his old age, Lysander could not shake the feeling that the darkness had not been completely vanquished. Whispers of a new threat began to circulate, whispers of a power stirring in the shadows, a power that echoed the ancient evil of the Shadow Serpent.