Mia and Mo arrive in front of the Temple of Storms.

  The sky is pitch-black. Lightning strikes nonstop, but no sound follows.

  Only flashes of light.

  Mia:

  "Here... this is the last piece!" Mo:

  "Yeah.

  And this temple hasn't been opened in hundreds of years."

  The massive door opens by itself. A cold wind pushes them inside. On the walls, carvings of losif holding the completed sword.

  But his face is covered in shadows.

  Mia:

  "Mo... why can't we see his face?"

  Mo:

  "Because no one is allowed to know who he truly was.

  Only the sword carries his name" The temple begins to shake. Lightning gathers in the ceiling. They reach the central chamber. In the middle, the final piece floats inside a sphere of electric energy. Mia:

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  "It's there.

  But... how do we take it?"

  Mo looks around.

  Ancient runes cover the floor.

  Mo:

  "It says only someone willing to sacrifice themselves for another can take the piece!" Mia steps forward. A bolt of lightning hits her chest and throws her back.

  Mo:

  "MIA!"

  Mia gets up slowly.

  Mia:

  "No... it's not meant for me. It's meant for you, Mo.!"

  Mo places his hand on the electric sphere. Lightning shoots into his arm, then into his chest.

  He screams in pain.

  Mia:

  "Mo! Stop!"

  Mo:

  "No!

  If this is the trial... then pass it!" The lightning intensifies. Mo falls to his knees.

  Mia grabs him.

  Mia:

  "Mo.. you're not dying here.

  won't let you."

  She places her hand over his. Lightning strikes them both. The temple roars.

  The walls glow.

  The sphere shatters. The final piece falls into Mia's hand. The light fades.

  Mia and Mo walk out of the temple, burned, exhausted, but alive. Mo breathes heavily.

  Mo:

  "We... did it.

  The last piece..."

  Mia lifts it.

  Her bracelet pulses. All the other pieces begin to glow. Mia:

  "Mo...

  The sword is calling us."

  Mo looks up at the sky.

  Mo:

  "Yeah.

  But we can't forge it just anywhere. Only one place can handle its power:"

  Mia:

  "Where?"

  Mo answers quietly, like a revelation: Mo:

  "In the Heart of Centopia. Where losif died!"

  Mia freezes.

  Mia:

  "Mo...

  No one has entered that place in a thousand years."

  Mo givesa bitter smile.

  Mo:

  "Then it's time for us to be the first:!" The camera rises toward the sky.

  Lightning strikes the temple. In the distance, Alexandra watches again. But this time...

  she doesn't just observe. She places her hand on her sword.

  Alexandra:

  "Mia Cezar..."