Emmet woke up with a startled gasp, quickly pushing himself to his feet and looking around rapidly. All he saw in every direction was endless whiteness.
Apart from two spots behind him; they were taken up by Wyldstyle and Laval; the Construction Worker and Parkour Master Builders still in their diving suits.
Though before a word could be said between the three friends, Emmet felt a presence of higher beings wash over him, and slowly turned around to see what they were.
Though when he saw them, Emmet couldn't help but take a nervous gulp.
Before them, sitting on three of the four thrones, were the three Council members. Emmet wasn't sure what it was, but there was something…different about them, this time around.
The last time they had stood before them, there was an air of kindness and friendliness around the Council. Now, however, there was…an air of anger and danger around them.
To Emmet, that was never a good sign.
"Uh…" Emmet started off, but was quickly put down.
"You have failed…" said the central figure, his face glowing up in a light blue for a second before fading to white again.
"…to stop Anti-Builder from having possession of the Oblivion Crystals," added the figure to the left, their face glowing before fading again.
"B…But we still have one Crystal! A…A-And the Wheel! We've still got the Wheel!" said Emmet, trying to provide a case to defend both himself and his friends, should they be the ones that these Council members were going to blame.
There was a few seconds of silence among the Council, where they all looked at one another. The silence was getting to the point where Emmet was starting to grow nervous, but thankfully, the Council responded before the silence got any worse.
But it was not the reply that Emmet was expecting.
"No, you do not. The possession you have over those items has long since passed," said the figure to the right, turning to face Emmet, the feminine voice having an edge to it.
Emmet opened his mouth to response, but he let the words sink in and his eyes dilated.
"What?!"
Turning around, Emmet looked at both Wyldstyle and Laval; they too had shocked expressions on their faces; the same feeling that Emmet was feeling right now.
"B…But…h-how?!" asked Emmet, turning back to face the Council; taking a step forward, desperate for answers.
Though before he got too close, Darsin, the Robotic Dragon Guard over the Council, suddenly uncurled from his spot under the Council's thrones and snarled lowly, black smoke billowing out of his mouth and nostrils.
Rising to his full height, which was just below the height of the thrones, and glared down at Emmet; the black smoke covering the majority of the space around his face. Though what this did, more than anything, was make him look all the more intimidating.
Emmet looked up at Darsin nervously, before he yelped when Darsin snarled, jumping back and getting Wyldstyle to catch him in her arms.
"Way to be all brave, Scooby," said Wyldstyle dryly, before she moved her arms aside; causing Emmet to promptly drop to the ground.
The construction worker quickly got to his feet and brushed himself off again, only to find that Darsin had retaken his place around the Thrones, though he didn't turn into the stone-features that he had done so last time.
"You have fail to complete your mission set by us," said the figure in the middle, before he slowly rose to his feet; the figures on either side of him following his actions, their robes flowing slightly in a non-existent breeze.
"As a price for your failure…" said the female voice of the three, each of the three slowly raising their right hands.
The two Master Builders and Chimaian looked at one another, sharing a worried look with one another. Emmet then turned around to face the three Council members, slowly taking a step back so that he was level with the other two.
Though that seemed a bit pointless, seeing as both Emmet and Wyldstyle were suddenly surrounded by a light blue light, and were lifted off of the ground.
"Not again!" yelped Emmet, as he and Wyldstyle were lifted higher off of the ground, soon reaching the level of the Council member's thrones. Meanwhile, Laval was still on the ground.
He tried to approach the thrones, though he was halted when Darsin came to life again and stood to his full height once more, snarling down at Laval. Though the Lion King did snarl back up at the Dragon, Darsin snarled louder down at the Chimaian, silencing Laval.
Emmet turned his attention back to the Council members in front of him and Wyldstyle, as the light blue forming between the three hands was growing brighter and more intense.
And yet, as the light grew brighter, Emmet felt something starting to pull in his chest; it felt as though there was this part of his soul, a very important part, was…in pain.
"Your punishment…" started the female voiced figure, the light growing to an almost blinding level.
"The End…" added the secondary male voiced figure, blue tentacles made of light started to peel off from the main source.
"…Of the Master Builders!" finished the main figure.
Before Emmet even had a chance to change the expression on his face, two of the light blue energy tentacles shot forward, each one attaching to either Emmet or Wyldstyle's chests.
Instantly, the two of them started to shout and writhe in pain, blue energy sparks covering over them as they both felt the same feeling.
The feeling that…something important to you, a natural instinct, like the natural knowledge of how to walk, or the ability to learn right from wrong, being taken away from you; not emotionally.
Not physically.
But psychological.
Emmet and Wyldstyle both screamed in pain, their bodies shaking. Separating from them, coming into physical form by a white light passing through the blue tentacle, centring back to the source at the Council members.
"Leave them be!" shouted Laval, drawing his Fire Valious and Fire CHI Shield, the orange light coming into contrast with the white surrounding the area, and the blue from the Council members and Darsin.
Speaking of the robot Dragon, Darsin snarled loudly, and opened his mouth slowly; revealing rows and rows of sharpened, gunmetal grey teeth.
Suddenly, blue fire shot out of Darsin's mouth, the classic screech, that many would know as the Godzilla screech, escaping the robot Dragon. The fire heading directly at Laval, and seeing as he was at point blank range, it was unlikely that he was going to survive this.
But when the fires subsided, with a strike across the fire with both the Valious and Shield, Laval broke through the fires, roaring an almighty roar.
Though while all this had been going on, the blue tentacles separated from Emmet and Wyldstyle, the two Master Builders' bodies hanging limp, and they dropped to the ground, motionlessly.
"Emmet! Wyldstyle!" exclaimed Laval, throwing aside his weapons and rushing around Darsin, quickly approaching his two friends. He slowly eased Wyldstyle into a sitting position, before moving over to help Emmet.
"Are you alright, friend?" asked Laval, his hand going to Emmet's back to support him.
"I…I think so; just feel…weird. Kinda hollow," said Emmet, rubbing his head slowly as he looked around, looking up at Laval.
"Same here; like…something's...missing," said Wyldstyle, slowly and shakily standing to her feet; though she didn't success the first time, she managed to get to her feet the second time.
"As you speak, the Master Builders are all being stripped of their Abilities; as a punishment, for your failure to complete the task set by us," said the main figure, as the source of blue light in front of the Council started to pulse slowly, the gaps between each pulse growing shorter the more time went on.
Several tentacles shot out from all sides of the source, and shot off in several different directions, small portals opening up and allowing the tentacles to pass through, into other realms.
"What's happening?" asked Wyldstyle, as Laval quickly approached her and helped her stand properly.
As if answering her question, several small screens suddenly appeared circling the group, showing them several different Realms.
They all showed different Master Builders, like Lloyd, Dumbledore, and Michelangelo, getting attacked by blue energy tentacles, and they saw them drain the Master Builder ability out of them.
"No…" whispered Emmet softly, watching the events happen before the three of them.
Though before anymore could be said, Darsin reared up on his hind legs, and black smoke billowed out of his mouth, surrounding the three figures, like it had done before.
"No!" said Emmet, trying to rush towards the Council members.
"Prove yourselves worthy, and we shall restore your powers," advised the main Council member, as they slowly faded from sight.
Emmet continued running through the smoke, hoping to break through and find the Council were still there.
But, his hopes were cut short, when he burst through the smoke…and he ran face first into a wall of metal. He fell back, only getting caught by Laval when he was falling back.
"What the-?" asked Emmet, looking around.
They were in a cell.
A Prison cell.