Icy: Well ladies, Red Fountain has become our dragon stable, and the entire town of Magix is in a deep sleep. All that's left to conquer are those pixies at Alfea. And with this army personally led by me, their destruction will be swift, complete and merciless. Darcy: You so rule, Icy. Icy: You bet I do. * The army forms.* Stormy: Ready to fly over there? Icy: Oh we're not flying, watch this. Decay and rot, rise up high. Build three thrones that reach the sky. * Some of the Rot insects transform into thrones.* Icy: Ladies, we are gonna ride into battle in high style. Darcy: Sweet. Icy: Move out!