Cyrus Borg sighed longingly as he gazed out over Ninjago City's skyline from his office atop of Borg Towers. It had been only half a year since the Ninja had entered his most prized creation, the Digiverse, in order to reboot the city's technological system with the four Technoblades. After the Ninja succeeded in activating the reboot signal and erasing any trace of the Overlord Virus from the system, Borg had hoped that he could rework and improve what was left of the Digiverse code as a last-dash attempt to improve Ninjago City's technology—the reason he had created the program in the first place. But Borg Industries' board of trustees had deemed the program too dangerous after what had happened with the Overlord Virus. And sadly, now he was being forced to destroy the last remnants of the Digiverse programming.
He had been putting off this final purge for months, begging the trustees to reconsider. But they were adamant—the Digiverse had to go. Now he had no choice but to follow through. With a heavy heart, he pulled out the hard drive containing the Digiverse code and inserted it into Borg Industries' central computer. Then he typed in a string of digits that would completely erase what was left of the Digiverse and everything in it. In a few hours, the kill code would have completed its work, and the Digiverse would be no more.
With another sigh, he turned and made his way to the elevator. As he pressed the button for the first floor, he tried as hard as he could to focus on other issues at hand. But the thought of his creation being scrapped, purged, deleted, continued to plague his thoughts as he left the office. If only he could have saved it, he knew that the Digiverse could have had so much potential in serving the city's people. But now all that potential was headed down the drain, as the 0s and 1s that made up the program disappeared into cyberspace.
Yet as he left, he did not realize that there was something still within the program—an entity that had come about in the wake of the reboot. And soon that entity would escape the Digiverse and change everyone's lives—including the Ninja's.
Pixie was running along in joy, chasing a digital butterfly and squealing with laughter. A long time ago—she didn't know exactly how long before—she had woken up in this strange digital universe, with no memory of where she had come from or who she was. All she knew was that she didn't seem to have any sort of family—no parents, no brothers, no sisters, no pets. But she didn't mind. Everything she needed to survive in this world—food, clothing, shelter—could be created just by thinking about it. And even though anyone who could have seen her at the moment would have pitied the fact that she was alone, she didn't really know what pity meant. And she never could have imagined what fear or sorrow was like.
Until her world started to collapse in on itself.
As Pixie got closer and closer to the butterfly, the ground started to shake. As the shaking got more and more intense, Pixie froze in her tracks and looked upward at the "sky". The butterfly flittered away, forgotten, as the "sky" suddenly began to crack open.
Pieces of the "sky" came crashing down all around the silver-haired girl standing there frozen in fear as the code that held this world together disappeared in a wave of blinding light. Chunks of the ground were mysteriously lifted away and vanished without a trace. As more and more of the Digiverse came crashing down, a panicked thought suddenly flashed into Pixie's mind.
Run.
And run she did. She full-out bolted, running away as fast as her short legs could carry her. Where she was running to, she didn't know. What she did know was that she had to get away as fast as she could. Her world was literally falling apart all around her, and if she did not hurry, she would disappear along with it.
But the Digiverse was more than just code and computers. It itself was like a living thing, with a mind of its own. And it would not let its child be lost so easily. Even as the world itself fell apart, the Digiverse performed one last function to save the one born of its programming, the strength of a Golden Ninja, a nexus of ice-blue light, and four blades of digital power.
Just as Pixie thought her legs would give out, a portal of blinding white light suddenly opened in front of her. There was no time for her to question what the portal led to or what had caused it to appear. With no time to lose, she dove into it—just seconds before the Digiverse completely collapsed.