The journey brought Bella and the Beast to the sun-scorched edge of the ancient Dune Hills, where golden sand shimmered like scales. Buried beneath layers of time was a temple carved from hardened resin, guarded by sacred scarabs.
A heavy silence fell as they entered. At the heart of the temple, a single Scarab Oracle rested atop a spiral of fossilized wings. Her carapace was emerald, her eyes reflecting centuries.
“You seek release,” she whispered, antennae twitching. “But truth is heavier than stone.”
She revealed a vision: the Beast before the curse—proud, vain, cruel to the small and weak.
Bella turned to him, shocked.
“I’ve changed,” the Beast murmured. “Haven’t I?”
“Change must be chosen again and again,” the Oracle warned, “especially when tested.”
She opened her shell slightly and released a glowing memory beetle, which flew into the Beast’s heart. He staggered, absorbing the weight of his past.
Bella touched his claw. “Now you carry it—but not alone.”
The Oracle nodded. “Go. You are not yet free, but you are walking the right path.”
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