Valtor, majestic and mysterious, slowly walked to the edge of the deserted shores of Andersen, where his prison in the Omega dimension always seemed insurmountable to him. He felt his powers begin to return like a tide, but so far they remained only a faint echo of their former power. He swayed from side to side, his gaze fixed on the sea, hoping to see at least one mermaid, whose song could inspire him to great things again.

Behind him were three young witches from Trix who had escaped from the Cloud Tower. They were full of youthful enthusiasm, but their inexperience and audacity only irritated Valthor. Their magic was imperfect, and they couldn't even get close to the level that he could control. Valtor did not hide his disappointment, looking at them from the height of his experience and knowledge.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a voice that Valtor had not heard in centuries. It was a voice from his youth, the sound of which he could barely remember. He felt a light touch on his shoulder, and his instincts worked instantly: dark matter began to form in his hands, the same one from which he was created. But as soon as he turned around, the familiar face of a girl who had once been close to him appeared in front of him.

"Oh... Darling, you scared me," he muttered, recognizing her features and shaking off the dark cloth, returning his hands to their usual appearance. He was looking over her shoulder at the witches, who seemed to be shocked by the unexpected appearance of this mysterious figure.

This girl was known to him down to the smallest detail, her face was like a map of the past, full of memories and feelings. Her appearance on the shores of Andersen was like a glimmer of light in the gloomy world that surrounded Valtor, and he could not help but feel a spark of hope and strength reignite inside him.