From high above, in the ethereal realm of Selene's garden, a vision plays out before my eyes, one that the hooded figure is showing to all of us. A potential outcome. I watch as my descendant, Avery, and her valiant mates prepare for the battle that looms on the horizon. My heart aches with a bittersweet longing to be by their side, to offer my guidance and protection, but my celestial form is bound to this realm. My existence now entwined with the ancient dragon, Oblisk, who rests beside me, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of centuries.
"Oblisk," I speak softly, my voice carrying a melodic resonance. "Do you see them? Our champions, facing the darkness with unwavering determination."
The majestic dragon lifts his head, his emerald scales shimmering in the gentle light of Selene's moonlit
