Morning arrived quietly over Alfea College for Fairies.
The sky was clear, and the warm sunlight made the academy grounds feel peaceful again after the tension of the previous evening.
But inside the main lecture hall, the atmosphere was far more serious.
Students from several classes had gathered inside.
At the front of the room stood Faragonda, her expression thoughtful as she finished drawing an old symbol across the board.
The symbol resembled a sword.
The Winx sat together near the front.
Beside them, the archer stood near one of the tall windows, quietly observing.
Faragonda turned toward the class.
"Earlier today," she began, "a powerful magical fluctuation was detected beneath the forests surrounding Magix."
A murmur spread across the room.
"Fluctuation?" Bloom asked.
Faragonda nodded.
"It appears an ancient magical artifact has awakened."
Stella leaned forward immediately.
"What kind of artifact?"
Faragonda paused for a moment.
Then she gestured toward the symbol of the sword.
"A relic believed to exist only in legend."
The archer's eyes shifted slightly toward the board.
Faragonda continued.
"The blade known as Durendal."
The room grew quiet.
Tecna adjusted her glasses.
"I have encountered references to that name in historical archives," she said.
"It is described as a miracle-class artifact."
Faragonda nodded.
"According to ancient records, Durendal possesses the power to grant three miracles."
Stella blinked.
"Wait."
"Like wishes?"
"In a manner of speaking," Faragonda replied.
"But the sword does not grant simple desires."
"It reshapes reality itself."
Bloom looked concerned.
"And it just… appeared?"
"No," Faragonda said calmly.
"It has always existed."
"Hidden."
Flora spoke softly.
"Why hide something like that?"
"Because miracles," Faragonda said quietly, "can be very dangerous in the wrong hands."
The archer remained silent.
But something about the name had already triggered a response within him.
A faint pressure spread through his chest.
The Archer Class Card reacting.
Fragments of unfamiliar information brushed against his mind.
Steel.
A legend.
A blade that carried the weight of divine miracles.
He understood the structure instinctively.
Even without seeing it.
Which meant one thing.
If necessary—
He could reproduce it.
But doing so would be dangerous.
The card fell silent again.
Faragonda turned back toward the class.
"For now, the artifact's exact location remains unknown."
"But we must assume others may sense its awakening."
Her gaze hardened slightly.
"And some may attempt to claim its power."
Far away, inside the dark halls of Cloud Tower, another discussion had already begun.
The three witches stood near a large stone table.
At its center lay an ancient magical map of the surrounding forests.
Icy traced one of the glowing markings with her finger.
"So this sword can grant miracles."
Her eyes gleamed.
"That sounds useful."
Beside her, Darcy smiled slightly.
"With power like that, ruling Magix would be effortless."
Stormy cracked her knuckles excitedly.
"Let's just go take it."
Standing slightly apart from them was a fourth figure.
Lust.
Her gaze rested calmly on the map.
Unlike the Trix, she didn't look excited.
Only thoughtful.
"Miracles," she murmured quietly.
The word carried a deeper meaning to her.
A weapon capable of reshaping reality could do more than grant power.
It could open paths between worlds.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting."
Icy turned toward her.
"You already knew about it, didn't you?"
Lust didn't deny it.
"I've seen similar weapons before."
Darcy leaned forward curiously.
"And what would you wish for?"
Lust's expression remained calm.
"…A way home."
The witches exchanged glances.
But Lust had already turned back toward the map.
Because somewhere beneath the forests outside Magix—
Durendal waited.
And several people had already begun searching for it.