In the early morning, within the gardens of the palace, the White Queen was gently wandering amidst the rosebushes, feeling the morning breeze brush against her face. Since the anomaly in the maze garden, she had been deeply troubled every day, tossing and turning throughout the night while Alice and Tarrant spent an entire night in the maze garden. It was only in the early morning when she suddenly halted her steps, as a soft voice echoed in her ears.
"Good morning, Your Majesty the White Queen," she looked down and found her favorite white rose gently swaying, greeting her. The pristine glow of the blossoms exuded a long-lost vitality.
The White Queen smiled faintly and gently stroked the petals, "Wonderland has finally been restored." An indescribable emotion surged within her heart. She knew that this was not merely the revitalization of nature, but also a result of Alice and Tarrant's efforts. She sensed the pulse of Wonderland gradually strengthening, and the shadows troubling her were swept away. Her gaze was tender, her tone tinged with joy and gratitude, "Alice and Tarrant are truly the hope of Wonderland."
Meanwhile, the Red Queen sat on her palace balcony, gazing at the maze garden in the distance. Her brow furrowed as she felt a surge of power, followed by the atmosphere around her gradually softening. The once withered grass gradually regained its green hue, and the vines in the garden began to radiate the brilliance of life.
"This power..." The Red Queen stood up, feeling both astonished and emotional. She murmured to herself, "It seems that my potion worked with their power." Though she was always prideful, at this moment, a deep sense of relief arose within her. Despite her outward coldness and pride, she harbored a secret sense of pride in Alice and Tarrant's success.
The Red Queen lightly hummed, waved for the playing card attendants to withdraw, and a rare trace of gentleness flashed in her eyes, "They did it, these two guys... didn't disappoint me."
Outside the maze garden, Alice and Tarrant stood on the ground covered with new growth, feeling the surrounding air once again filled with vitality. They exchanged smiles filled with joy, knowing their adventure had come to an end.
"It seems that the maze has been solved," Tarrant reached out to hold Alice's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if confirming her well-being.
"Yes, Tarrant. We succeeded," Alice gazed at the surrounding scenery. As they prepared to embark on the journey back to the palace, the Bandersnatch was already waiting nearby. The巨兽lightly lowered its head, using its massive nose to sniff Alice's scent. The Bandersnatch's breath was warm, and Alice initially thought it was just an affectionate gesture, but unexpectedly, the巨兽suddenly furrowed its huge brow, and then used its rough tongue to gently lick the wound on her arm.
"Oh, Bandersnatch!" Alice chuckled, but her expression gradually became serious as she looked down at her wound.
The Bandersnatch seemed to smell the residue of the toxin, thinking that the wound it had accidentally inflicted on Alice had flared up again, and its eyes expressed guilt. Seeing this, Tarrant felt a tightness in his chest, "Alice, hasn't the toxin completely dissipated yet?"
He carefully examined her wound and found that although the green potion had indeed suppressed the toxin, there were still traces of purple near the wound that hadn't completely faded.
"I think we can't take risks," Tarrant said anxiously, a wave of panic sweeping through him. He quickly supported Alice, his gaze tense and uneasy, "We need to return to the palace immediately, perhaps further treatment is needed."
Alice nodded, her arm throbbing slightly, believing that Tarrant's judgment was correct. She patted the Bandersnatch's neck, signaling it to prepare for departure, "Let's go, Bandersnatch. Thank you for discovering this issue."
The Bandersnatch emitted a low growl, as if responding to her gratitude. Tarrant leaped onto it, holding Alice steadily in front, tightly wrapping his arms around her waist. Unlike their previous ride on the Bandersnatch, which was marked by restraint, he now unconditionally demonstrated his care and protection for her.
They sped through the forests and hills of Wonderland, Tarrant's hands firmly clutching Alice's waist. As he glanced down at her face from time to time, he worried about whether her condition might worsen. The Bandersnatch moved swiftly and steadily, the air carrying the scent of Wonderland's rebirth.