The forest trembled as the blood moon reached its zenith, bathing everything in a crimson glow. Noona, Alice, Lisa, and Sky faced the woman in crimson, the true architect of the curse, her aura radiating power that spanned centuries.
"You dare defy me?" the woman hissed, her voice like shards of ice. "All who challenged me… failed. You will fail as well."
Noona tightened her grip on her blade, feeling the whispers of the fallen guiding her hand. "We are not alone. Light will always find its way through shadow."
Alice raised her staff, chanting the final incantation. Threads of light intertwined, weaving a barrier and a spear, focusing all their magic into a single strike.
Sky and Lisa flanked Noona, striking at the shadows that guarded the woman. The ground split, and darkness roared, but the four held their line, united.
The woman screamed, fury and despair twisting her features, as memories of centuries of cruelty collided with the light of the four heroes. A crack appeared in the crimson cloak, revealing not just a powerful witch, but a tormented soul, bound by her own pact.
Noona whispered, "It's over. The curse… it ends tonight."
With one synchronized strike, the light pierced the heart of the vortex. Shadows screamed, the blood moon flickered, and the forest shuddered. And then… silence.
The crimson figure collapsed, finally free, her pact broken. The whispers of the fallen quieted, their souls at peace. The forest exhaled, and for the first time in centuries, dawn crept softly over the horizon.
Noona, Alice, Lisa, and Sky stood together, exhausted but triumphant. They had faced darkness incarnate—and survived.
Sky finally smiled. "We did it. The curse… is gone."
Alice nodded. "For now. But history has taught us that vigilance never sleeps. Evil may rise again, but tonight… we won."
Noona gazed at the horizon, the light of dawn bathing her face. "We faced centuries of shadows… together. That is what makes us strong."