You nod. "I'll help," you say. Together, you carefully lift the Emerald Crown. The gnomes hand you the crystal transmitter, its green light pulsing in time with the Crown. The journey back is swift, as if the land itself is guiding you. At the Ancient Hill, you place the Crown back in its resting place. Then, just beside it, you set the transmitter into the stone. The hill hums. Green grass becomes more vibrant. Across Iredale, balance returns. People stop tripping. Paths straighten. Luck flows again, not hoarded, not stolen, but shared. Deep underground, the cave gnomes cheer as the crystals glow brighter than ever before. Iredale is changed—but stronger for it. You walk away knowing that understanding, not force, restored the land. The End.