The time had come.
The party ascended to the peak of the mountain, the very summit where the Chardalyn dragon—the same beast that had once ravaged Rosenhall—awaited them, curled around the repair station it now claimed as its roost. Lightning split the sky as the final battle began.
The clash was brutal and unrelenting. Vincent Blackwater, seeking redemption in the fight, was thrown from the spire to his death. Seldanna, dancing on the edge of annihilation, burned through her teleportation magic just to stay alive. As the dragon roared and the tower trembled, Zakier, faced with the certain loss of the party, activated the Hourglass of The Timekeeper—rewinding time and giving the group a second chance to rewrite their fate.
Amid the chaos, Mayla, cloaked in stealth, made her way to the watchtower, where a ballista lay dormant. Drawing her Scroll of Wacky Spell, she cast it with wild precision, dismantling the dragon’s magic immunity in a chaotic burst of magical nonsense. With the barrier down, she fired—an arcane bolt through the dragon’s heart.
The beast exploded in a blast of radiant force, hurtling toward the tower in death. In its final act, it unleashed a disintegration beam, striking the structure. But Mayla, with a last roll of fate and a deft uncanny dodged, tumbled down the collapsing stairs, escaping just as the tower crumbled alongside the dragon’s ruined corpse.
The skies cleared. The roar of the dragon fell silent.
When they returned to Rosenhall, the city that once exiled and ignored them stood in ovation. The party were crowned heroes, knighted by the realm, and celebrated as the slayers of the Chardalyn dragon and liberators of the land from the grip of crime and terror.
Their saga had come to an end.
But their legend?
Just beginning.