W.I.T.C.H. & The Power Rangers The Movie: Awakening of the Sleeping Books～ The Heart of Kandrakar in Angel Grove ～ Dear Maria Anime Remix

Rain lashed against the obsidian stained-glass windows of the Heatherfield Town Hall, casting jagged crimson shadows across the polished marble floor. Will Vandom adjusted the strap of her backpack, her eyes darting toward the storm-swept park just outside.
"It's probably just a prank, but we got a call about a monster at city hall," Will said, turning her head toward Dan Kuso, who was busy tossing a familiar red Bakugan sphere from hand to hand. Standing beside him, Zane, the Silver Ranger, scanned the perimeter with his Lunar Cue drawing low.
"Pranks don't usually knock out the local power grid," Dan muttered, catching Pyrus Dragonoid with a crisp snap. "If something crawled out of a rift, Drago and I will send it right back."
"What if it's Lord Cedric?" Will's voice dropped, tight with sudden tension. "The beast from Meridian... my brother, Prince Phobos, could get destroyed if Cedric consolidates power here."
Zane unfolded a glowing parchment scroll across a nearby stone pedestal, tracing the shimmering glyphs with a gloved finger. "What good is a map that doesn't show anything?" he grumbled, watching the blank surface flicker uselessly.
"She said it was activated by the Heart of Kandrakar," Will reminded him, placing her hand over the glowing pink talisman at her neck. The crystal pulsed, casting a beam of pure light onto the parchment.
Instantly, three blazing ley lines burned onto the map.
"The first two portals," Will pointed out, tracing the glowing lines, "and there's a third one right here in City Hall Park."
Before Dan could reply, the shadows behind the high vaulted pillars lengthened into a tall, slithering silhouette. A cold, venomous voice echoed through the empty hall.
"Where am I?" Lord Cedric stepped into the dim light, his reptilian tail sweeping across the marble tiles, eyes burning like dying embers. "At the end of your journey."
Far above in the archives, an ancient leather-bound tome lay open under a crackling warding spell. Its yellowed pages bore a freshly inked title: Operation Sleeping Books - Progress Report. Beneath it, a cryptic inscription detailed the current crisis: This team looked into Kandrakar looking for answers through mystic means. This is only a harbinger to the incident that awaited... who regenerated the Evan and granted our enemies super powers.
Down in the lower libraries, the Paper Sisters cornered a nervous Nene, who was clutching a locked iron briefcase to her chest.
"Is it the Book of the All-Seeing Eye in custody of the Paper?" the eldest sister demanded, stepping forward.
"No!" Nene shouted, backing into the bookshelf. "I said I'd never battle again, and you can't make me! Bruno, Orlf, the Bakugan Brawler Masquerade—they're using the dark attribute to warp the rifts! Masquerade sent Will Vandom straight to the Doom Dimension once already—we can't risk unleashing the tome!"
Outside in the courtyard, a brilliant blue teleportation flash pierced the fog as the Power Rangers materialized, weapons drawn, surrounding the courtyard edge.
Command Center's communicator chirped sharply through the storm. "The perpetrator is in downtown Angel Grove, Rangers. Can you tell us what happened?"
"We're a long way from Angel Grove, Zordon," Zane answered into his wrist communicator, eyeing Cedric as the giant serpent-man bared his fangs. "The dimensions are collapsing into each other. Send backup to City Hall—now!"



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