SCARFACE: THE CODEX CHRONICLES — ROAD TO THE LOST REALM
The storm over Kandrakar didn’t gather in the sky; it bled through the stone floors of the Temple.
In the center of the grand council chamber, a cloaked figure hovered inches above the cold marble, bound in rings of crackling, violet energy. Before him stood the former witch Darcy, her fingers splayed as she maintained the magical restraint. Behind her, Bloom’s hands flickered with the low, warning heat of the Dragon Flame.
The captive spat blood onto the polished stone, his face twisting into a jagged sneer as his eyes locked onto Darcy.
"You will tell me the location of the pixie village," the prisoner rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "Excellent... I can already feel the strength of your powers." A sickening, cold pulse ran up Darcy’s arm, making her gasp as her spell flickered. "Your magic is mine. I will go after you one by one until you tell me where your village is... That's where you've hidden the Codex, isn't it?"
"Keep dreaming," Bloom snapped, stepping forward as the Dragon Flame flared around her fists, forcing the dark aura back. "You’re in Kandrakar now. You aren't taking anything."
A heavy set of footsteps echoed down the grand corridor, cutting off the prisoner's dry laughter.
Through the archway walked Scarface—the most highly respected fighter in all of Kandrakar, considered by his peers to be the greatest warrior alive. He wore no polished armor, only battle-tested leather and steel. The deep, jagged scar running from his temple down his left cheek caught the dim light of the hall. It was his personal trademark, a symbol of the Svalls' supreme heroism and decades of blood spilled for the Realm of Light.
"Where is Scarface?" a voice called out from the doorway.
Will Vandom entered the chamber, flanked by two guards. Her face was pale, carrying news that weighed heavily on her shoulders. "We have recovered the body of the spy who attacked Shadow Skill," Will reported, looking up as the legendary warrior halted beside Bloom. "But it seems he was carrying items from several different nations... we can't trace him."
Will turned her head, her sharp gaze shifting toward the shadowed pillar where two figures stood in quiet, tense alliance.
Will Vandom added, turning to Darkness and her brother, Prince Phobos. "I came from Meridian long ago with Queen Elyion," Will said, her eyes narrowing as she shifted her focus back to the center of the room. She leveled a stern, accusation-heavy glare directly at the warrior beside her. "You were the one who stole the amulet... the Seal of Phobos," Will said to Scarface, standing alongside Bloom, leader of the Winx, and the now-good witch Darcy.
Scarface didn't flinch. His hand rested calmly on the hilt of his broadsword. "I took it because Phobos's bloodline should never hold that kind of power again," he said softly, his voice low and devoid of apology. "I hid it where even darkness couldn't reach."
"You took what was rightfully mine!" Phobos hissed from the shadows, his hands glowing with pale, aggressive magic, though his sister Darkness placed a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing him to stay back.
"Enough!" Bloom’s voice cut through the rising tension, her fiery energy flaring to keep the prisoner subdued while the allies argued. "We have a spy dead, a prisoner trying to drain our magic, and the Codex threatened. We don't have time to fight each other!"
Before Scarface could reply, the torchlight in the massive hall snuffed out all at once. The violent purple energy surrounding the captive froze into solid, crystalline shards.
Then, a mysterious voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating through the ancient stone of the temple and chilling the blood of every Guardian, witch, and warrior present:
"You all are about to embark on a treacherous journey..."
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