The final battleground wasn't just physical. It stretched across mind, spirit, and memory. Dreams became real. Fears walked beside the living. Echoes of past battles flickered like mirages.
Lucky walked through it all, her staff glowing like a lighthouse in a storm.
Umbrael stood ahead, but so did every lost friend, every buried mistake, every moment she'd doubted herself.
They didn't try to stop her.
They watched her pass.
Because she'd earned it.
Because she was ready.