The morning mist clung to Briarwood like a blanket, swirling through the trees that shielded Rootcore’s hidden entrance. Inside the underground sanctuary, magic hummed faintly through the air—the stone walls glimmered with runes, cauldrons bubbled with soft colors, and the faint flap of Udonna’s robe echoed as she moved gracefully around the chamber. Nick Russell sat on one of the long benches, tugging on his leather jacket. His crimson Mystic Morpher rested on the table beside him, catching the flicker of candlelight. His foot tapped restlessly against the stone floor—Nick was never good at sitting still when there was work to be done.

“Relax,” Chip said cheerfully as he adjusted his yellow cloak, wand in hand. “The forces of darkness aren’t exactly sending us a meeting invite. You’ll wear a hole in the floor before they show up.” Vida rolled her eyes from across the room. “Don’t encourage him, Chip. Nick’s already one step away from pacing.” Nick smirked, shaking his head. “You two are hilarious. But you won’t be laughing when Koragg decides today’s the day to level Briarwood.” Before anyone could retort, the crystal ball at the center of Rootcore flared to life, glowing with urgent light. Udonna’s calm voice carried across the chamber. “Rangers, the city is under attack. Dark magic has summoned creatures near the forest edge. They threaten to break through into Briarwood.”

Instantly, the banter vanished. The team’s attention snapped to Nick, who was already on his feet. He grabbed his Morpher and strapped it onto his wrist, his voice steady and commanding. “Alright, we can’t let them reach the city. Vida, Chip—you handle the skies and cut them off from above. Madison, stay close to me, we’ll hold the line on the ground. Xander—cover the flank, use your Earth spells to block their path.”

Xander arched a brow, smirking. “Since when did you get so bossy, mate?” Nick shot him a quick grin. “Since Koragg won’t wait for us to vote on it.” The team chuckled softly, but the weight of the moment pressed in. They all trusted Nick—even if he was still learning to trust himself. Udonna raised her staff, her voice firm but gentle. “Rangers, remember—your strength does not lie in magic alone, but in the bond you share. Stand together, and you will overcome.”

Nick’s gaze swept over his team. They weren’t just friends anymore—they were family. He gave a quick nod, fire burning in his eyes.

“Let’s move, Rangers. Mystic Force!” In a flash of swirling light and ancient power, the Rangers teleported out of Rootcore, their laughter and teasing replaced by determination. Nick led the way, crimson magic blazing in his hands, ready to protect Briarwood—and the people he now knew were his responsibility.