They moved as one through the woods—silent, purposeful, glowing. Lucky led the vanguard, Ember circling overhead in a ribbon of fire.
The forest shifted as they passed. Trees straightened. Flowers bloomed. Animals joined the march.
Lucky realized: this was more than a battle. It was a living answer to despair. Her presence, her courage—it gave everything else the permission to believe.
And belief, when shared, was stronger than any spell.