Mirror Image, turning their own tricks against them. Helka’s magic restored Talmirr to perfect health after the skirmish, earning the gratitude of nearby water nymphs and toads.

But peace was short-lived. The fey creatures, startled by Talmirr’s Disguise Self mimicking the towering lady they once saw, fled in panic. Their cries echoed through the grove, unsettling the party. It took Wisteria’s song and Talmirr’s dancing lights to soothe the frightened fey, leading to a brief, joyful dance shared beneath glowing petals.

In thanks, the nymphs revealed a truth hidden in the main pool—centered around a stone Falkos had been warned not to interpret. Bound by rope, Falkos resisted the pool’s pull and glimpsed a vision: the towering lady, shadowed by a three-headed beast, deep in a cave lit only by fey flora. Oberon was there too, walking away in quiet disappointment. Falkos found this... odd.

Upon returning, the party attempted to lie about what they saw, but Oberon saw through the deception. Though disappointed, he accepted gifts—a Trilovian knife from Tacky and a Wintermas jumper—and sent them to rest before the Grand Fey Assembly.

The next day, golden light flooded the Court of Eternal Balance. Fey nobles perched on floating platforms, their whispers carried by enchanted winds. At the centre stood Oberon, radiant and amused, and Titania, solemn and resplendent. Their debate was fierce: Titania called the creature a wound upon the realm; Oberon, a force of nature. The court was divided.

Oberon turned to the adventurers, inviting them to walk the path toward the creature’s prison. Titania warned them: their choice would shape the realm. As the rulers joined their magic, a portal bloomed—woven from roots and radiant light, pulsing with ancient power. Oberon and Titania stood side by side, their harmony fleeting but real.</p>

With a final glance, they sent the party forward. The Feywilds held its breath. The tale was far from over.