W.I.T.C.H. The Movie: Legend of the Red Sage & The Shattered Veil

The sky above Symphonia bled crimson as General Burial of the Oracion 6 unleashed a wave of dark ether. Haru Glory met the onslaught, the Ten Powers sword flashing in his grip as he parried a strike that threatened to shatter the courtyard’s stone. beside him, Prince Phobos fought with ruthless elegance, green magic curling around his blades like dynamic serpents.

"There is a place where every answer to every question in the universe can be found," Haru shouted over the roar of battle, his knuckles white on his hilt. "A special place inside the multitude of stars. No one is going to stop me from getting to the Memory of the Stars—and I'm not going to let the Shadow Master get there first!"

Phobos cast a searing blast of energy, driving Burial back into the shadow guard's ranks. "Save the poetry for after we survive, Rave Master," Phobos sneered, though his eyes burned with a calculating focus.

Long ago, before recorded history, humans and magical creatures had lived together in coexistence. Now, that ancient balance hung by a thread. Deep within the council chambers of the Oracle, desperate voices argued over the cosmic chessboard.

"Prince Phobos’s selection as the new Guardian of the Realms may have been a necessary evil," a sage murmured, staring into the scrying pool. "It was the only way to protect his sisters—Will Vandom, the leader of the Guardians, and Queen Elyion, the Heart of Meridian."

"For now, you must focus on the child," another elder warned, pointing to the shifting images in the water. "Do not underestimate Narissa, or forget that she tricked Kadma and Cassidy into surrendering their power! The witch is using Will Vandom to destroy the magical Veil between worlds!"

"Please... anything but this," a young acolyte whispered, watching the vision of Will struggling against Narissa's shadowy mind-snare.

Back in Symphonia, Burial laughed—a dry, rattling sound—as he gestured toward the horizon. The Veil was flickering, hairline fractures spreading across the sky like broken glass. Narissa’s dark influence was bleeding through the realms, pulling the strings of fate. Phobos glided forward, shielding Haru as the Rave Master charged his blade for a final, decisive strike against the Oracion 6. Phobos knew his own motives were dark, but to save his sisters and secure his own power, he would tear down any shadow that stood in