Icy stepped forward, tapping on the ice with a single blue nail. She lowered her eyelids, studying the trapped wizards carefully.

"Icy, you aren't thinking of..." Darcy trailed off, the expression in Icy's eyes making her uncertain.

"Are you gonna try to unfreeze them?" asked Stormy. "Just hurry up already!:

"Remember Baltor," Darcy warned.

Icy didn't reply, staring at the three men.

"Maybe we can find out some of their secrets," said Stormy. She probed again into the ice, and sensed the magic. She gasped.

"It's the Dragonfire!" she exclaimed. "I can sense it." She gazed into the distance wistfully. "I remember how it felt possessing it...Quickly, Icy, break the ice so we can get it from these guys!"

Darcy shook her head, and sent her own probe of magic. "There's not enough of it. They don't have the Dragonfire.:

"Interesting," Icy mused. "If they don't have it, but you can still feel it, it must mean they were attacked by someone using the Dragonfire. And don't we know someone whose power is the Dragonfire?"

"Bloom," hissed Darcy.

"And I bet that little good-goody Musa is with her, too," snarled Stormy. "Unfreeze them so we can destroy those pathetic fairies once and for all!"

"They're not bad looking," added Darcy, studying the frozen wizards' faces.

Icy smiled predatorily and placed her hands out onto the sides, bending her head down and concentrating. The blocks of ice began to glow, and it became brighter and brighter until, with a tinkling sound, the ice shattered.

"Welcome back," she said.

Ogron stumbled forward, clutching the empty air.

"Where are they?" Gantlos roared. "I'm going to kill them all and rip off their wings one by one!"

"Calm down, calm down," said Darcy. "Those fairies are gone."

Anagan stared at Darcy. "Who are you?" he asked, dazed.

Darcy smiled. "I'm Darcy, and we're the Trix. We're here to help you."

"Help us?" asked Ogron, intrigued. "You don't even know what we want."

"Oh, we know, all right," said Icy, grinning. "The Winx."

"What?" asked Ogron. "How did you...?"

"We have a common enemy," replied Icy, lowering her voice. "We have a common goal. If we work together, we'll be able to accomplish so much more."

"Icy," muttered Darcy. "They've been defeated by the Winx! How powerful could they be?"

Icy ignored Darcy. She held our her hand to Ogron, looking at him solemnly. He stared at them curiously.

"Come here, Anagan, Gantlos," he muttered. The wizards huddled over into a side of the cave, the witches watching them with apparent interest.

"How can we trust them?" he asked quietly. "They come out of nowhere, free us, and claim they know who we are. I wonder what they want from us."

"I don't trust them, Ogron," whispered Anagan. "They don't feel right."

"I'd say," said Gantlos. "There's something strange about all of this. I propose we crush them and then get out of here."

"That's the problem," hissed Ogron. "If we kill them, we can't get out of here! We're going to earn their trust, get out of here, and then dispose of them. Then we'll get revenge on those horrible fairies."

Anagan and Gantlos nodded, and Ogron's eyes strayed back to Icy. The came out of their huddle, Ogron in the lead, and confronted the three witches.

"All right," said Ogron. "We accept." He smiled agreeably, at last taking Icy's outstretched hand.

"Good," said Icy, grinning lopsidedly. "I'm Icy, and these are Darcy and Stormy."

"I'm Ogron," he said. "This is Anagan, and this is Gantlos. We're the Wizards of the Black Circle."

"Wizards, eh?" asked Stormy. "Not bad. But not good enough, either."

Gantlos whirled around to face her. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," said Stormy nonchalantly. "Just that you failed to defeat Bloom!"

"Bloom," hissed Gantlos. "I hate her. Do you know how much I hate her? I want to tear her to pieces! This'll be the last time she faces Gantlos! And do you know what? You pathetic little witches aren-"

"Calm down," interrupted Ogron testily. He cast a meaningful glance at Gantlos. "Let's not argue." He turned his attention back to Icy, who was clearing a path for them. He regarded her thoughtfully, his cold eyes calculating. Quickly peering at the others, he walked towards her.

"Icy," he said, making his voice soft with difficulty. "Do you mind if I help you?"

She looked at him, startled, and for a moment he saw a flash of suspicion glance across her face. Then, it was clear, and she put on a strained smile. "Of course not."

Ogron stepped behind her, but she in turn stepped to the side so he would be in her range of view. He lifted a couple of boulders, tossing them at the ice walls on either side of her, pretending to be hard at work. The other witches and wizards slowly came their way.

"Ogron, I never knew you enjoyed work," chuckled Anagan. Ogron gave him a single, venomous glance, wiping the smile off his face. Anagan quickly improvised. "I, on the other hand, enjoy doing this kind of thing! Definitely! Wow, look at me, hard at work!"

Ogron sighed, pushing boulders to the side. At least Gantlos caught on and helped, too, and the six of them slowly worked their way out of the heart of the Omega dimension.