The Evil Queen—her face still as flawless as the polished obsidian mirror she once used to gaze upon herself—stepped into the moonlight. Though the years had softened the sharpness of her cheekbones, the eyes that met Snow White’s were unchanged: cold, calculating, and brimming with a curiosity that bordered on admiration.
As they walked back toward the kingdom, the forest seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The moon, now full and luminous, cast its silver glow over the path, promising that even the darkest of hearts could find a sliver of redemption—if only they dared to seek it. The Evil Queen—her face still as flawless as
A slow, almost reverent sigh escaped the Queen’s lips. “Because the darkness that birthed this curse is not yours to fight alone.” She turned, pointing toward the deepening shadows beyond the clearing. “A new power awakens in the northern wastes, a void that consumes light and hope alike. It feeds on the very essence of the Mirror, and if it grows unchecked, it will swallow both our realms.” The moon, now full and luminous, cast its