Rave Master & W.I.T.C.H. The Movie: Trail of the Kekkei Genkai — Legend of the Infinite Dimensions & The Memory of the Stars (1998)

The Chamber of Kandrakar hung in perpetual twilight, its ancient marble floors reflecting the vast, swirling cosmic mist beyond the grand archways. At the center stood Will Vandom, the Heart of Kandrakar pulsing softly against her chest, casting a warm magenta glow over the gathered council.
"Once we have all the Rave Stones, there will be a passage to the other side," Will said, turning her gaze toward the vast star-chart hovering above them. "All your answers can be found there—the truth of your past, the meaning of the Rave itself, the secrets of the Silver Ray. It can all be answered on the other side. So all we have to do is find the Rave Stones. But where? Next stop: the Memory of the Stars."
Will paused, taking a breath as a shadow of doubt crossed her eyes. "What permission brought me back here? The Atherian Project is over..."
She looked across the chamber toward her siblings—Queen Elyon, her aura radiant yet burdened, and Prince Phobos, whose sharp, calculating eyes masked his unspoken fears. Beside them stood Haru Glory, his hand resting heavily on the hilt of the Ten Commandments sword, the weight of the Rave Master legacy resting on his shoulders.
"From time immemorial, it's been the council's task to protect the infinite dimensions," Will continued, her voice echoing in the vast hall. "But thirteen years ago, Doryu came to power. The threat he posed was so grave that a veil was created to separate Meridian from all other worlds."
Phobos folded his arms, his mind racing through the dark implications of Will’s words. If they're going after warriors of noble blood, Phobos thought to himself, his expression hardening, their next likely target is me.
Before anyone could speak, the tall double doors of the chamber swung open with a heavy, reverberating sigh. Three figures emerged from the swirling mists of the threshold.
"This is where the trail of the warriors of the Meridian bloodline ends," Kakashi Sensei added smoothly, adjusting his hitai-ate to reveal his dark, perceptive eye.
Stepping alongside him was Itachi Uchiha, his cloaked silhouette calm and imposing, and Kimimaro, whose bone-white armor glinted under the ethereal light of Kandrakar.
Haru stepped forward, his eyes locking onto the new arrivals, then back to the glowing map of the cosmos. "Then we don't have time to waste," Haru said, the aura of the Rave flaring around him. "If the Memory of the Stars holds the next stone, we move now before Doryu's reach extends past the veil."
The convergence of worlds had begun, and the secrets of the Silver Ray were finally within reach




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