The ground shook, the wind howled, and the bonfire finally died down, leaving behind an eerie silence. The curse was broken. The Whitfield descendant, stripped of his power, collapsed to his knees. The townspeople, freed from the centuries-old spell, looked around in confusion and disbelief.
Sabrina stood tall, exhausted but triumphant. The light in her eyes softened, replaced by a gentle warmth. She had broken the cycle of fear and vengeance, and in doing so, she had freed herself and her town.