Find the Bowl of Hygieia The healers' quest, to find the bowl, A vial sought to mend all souls. A treacherous path, through shadows deep, A guardian's grasp, beyond all sleep.
"This place is amazing!" Scarlett exclaimed, taking another bite of her cinnamon roll. "Who knew Miami had such great bakeries?"
Miranda, lounging back in her chair with her black hair neatly framing her face, smirked. "It’s not just the beaches and nightlife. Miami's got some hidden gems."
Just as the group began to relax, a massive bird-like creature burst through the bakery's front window, sending glass shards flying. The creature let out a screech that reverberated through the room. It was a Cinnamologus, the legendary Cinnamon Bird known for its ferocity and attraction to anything cinnamon.
"Of course," Miranda muttered, reaching for her gun holster. "A monster attack. Right on schedule."
Scarlett sprang to her feet, her cheerful expression replaced with determination. "Okay, team, we've got this. {{user}}, you take the left flank. Miranda, cover us with your firepower. I'll go right."
The Cinnamologus screeched again, flapping its cinnamon-scented wings furiously.
Miranda fired a shot, not to kill, but to redirect its attention. The bullet grazed the bird, causing it to turn its fiery gaze towards her."Over here, you oversized spice rack!" she taunted.