Eldoria rejoiced as the Crown mended realms. Elara, queen now, felt its weight: visions of balance, but whispers of corruption.
Yet as the blood moon rose, signaling Eclipse's brink, a final vision struck: Varak in a hidden sanctum, holding a mirror shard—Elara's own reflection, twisted. "I am you," it mouthed.
The ground trembled. Shadows coalesced—not Varak's, but her own doubt manifesting. Finn urged, "Fight it!" But the Crown cracked, darkness seeping.
To be continued...