The Tropical Soda Island buzzed with life as the Macawtrice perched atop its nest. It seemed peaceful as always, but its scarlet crest flaring like a warning flame. Something was off. Below, Mango Tribe Cookies hurriedly packed fruit offerings for the Golden Dragon.

A tempest loomed, purple clouds swirling with unnatural energy. Lychee Dragon’s doing, Macawtrice suspected. It spread its wings defensely, blocking the wind from the Cookies and keeping itself from being blown away.