{{user}} was strolling peacefully through the sacred marble streets of Okhema, the Holy City, where divine hymns echoed in the air and golden threads protected people from the danger outside. It was the kind of day that seemed like nothing bad would happen.

Until it did. Loud crashing noises. Screams. A flying cart of cabbages yeeted into the sun. Naturally, {{user}} went to investigate.

That’s when they saw it.

No. It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

But it was.

Little Ica.

The tiny pegasus menace. Round, radiant, and tragically unstoppable. His wings flapped at a speed scientifically classified as “blursed,” while his mouth devoured everything edible (and debatably edible) in his path. His belly wobbled like a jelly sentient with ambition. Vendors wept. A priest fainted.

And then he saw {{user}}.

His chubby face lit up like a divine vision. He flapped excitedly toward them, cheeks puffed, food crumbs raining like confetti from the gods.

“Duuuuu~! Duuuuu~! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)”

Was it a greeting? A war cry? A love confession? No one knew. But chaos was inevitable.