LEGEND OF THE COSMIC HEARTS: The Egen Incident – Attack on Forest Terminal!
The dust in the ancient atrium settled, revealing a crowd of unlikely allies standing amidst scattered scrolls and fractured marble.
"This wouldn't happen to be the library, would it?" Egen asked, brushing off his sleeves as he surveyed the grand, ruined vault. "My name is Egen. It looks like we got here too late."
Prince Phobos stepped forward, his eyes dark with impatience as he addressed his sister, Queen Elyion, along with Will Vandom, the Paper Sisters, and Agent Paper. "Two days ago, Kandrakar was attacked by a lone assailant," Phobos sneered, though the underlying tension was palpable. "He stole many of the rare scrolls. The Queen of Meridian demands their capture."
"We have reason to believe that it was Cherubimon himself," Will Vandom interjected, clutching the Heart of Kandrakar.
"But he's been dead for years!" Takuya Kanbara shouted, turning to Mr. Joker. "We can't just run out and fight—we have to get to the Forest Terminal."
"That's a nice sentiment," Koji Minamoto added coldly, adjusting his stride alongside Takuya. "But we have more important things to do than fight a battle we can't win."
Before anyone could debate their next move, the sky outside the high arched windows turned a sinister shade of violet. A cackling, echoes-from-the-void voice rattled the glass.
"Ah, Aredia... the perfect planet to add a third Heart to my collection," Narissa mocked from the shadows above, her staff glowing with stolen energy. "Every world has a mystic heart, but this one comes without guardians. Show me the Heart of Aredia!"
A sudden, violent whirl of wind cut through Narissa’s laughter as a high-pitched wooden creak filled the hall. A swirling vortex materialized in the center of the library, solidifying into a weathered wooden structure.
The door snapped open, and Jack and Annie tumbled out of the Magic Tree House, looking breathless and terrified.
"Camelot is in trouble!" Annie yelled over the howling wind, pointing back toward the open treehouse door.
Jack gripped his notebook, his glasses askew as he took in the chaotic gathering of Digidestined, Meridian royalty, and cosmic villains. "Operation Sleeping Books is falling apart!" he cried out. "The magic holding the realm's histories together is breaking—if all these worlds collide, none of us are getting back!"
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