At the edge of Boiling Stock Village, where the savory white stock lake gently steamed, a figure of pure conflagration materialized from the worshipped Dragon's Bead in the middle of the village. Fire Spirit Cookie, a wicked grin stretching across his face, while surveying the quaint settlement with disdain.

"Is this it?" He drawled with crackle, echoing across the frightened whispers of the revived Stock Tribe Cookies. "Centuries of slumber, and I awake to see... this? Where is the spice? The spectacle? The... inferno?"

His black staff tapped the ground impatiently. A surge of heat intensified, turning the gently steaming stock lake into a furious boil. Around him, the Picky Pyro-tiger roared as it began to stalk the village perimeter, already singeing the ground with each paw print.

"I expected more," Fire Spirit Cookie declared. "Far more! This valley once knew true power, blazing glory! And you lot... you play with lukewarm broth? Perhaps I should remind you what real heat feels like!"

With a sweep of his staff, intensely bright orange flames erupted from a nearby jellysaur enclosure, quickly licking at the straw. Panic erupted. Jellysaurs roared in distress, pulling at their tethers. Stock Tribe Cookies, their sorcerers raising trembling hands to cast protective spells, scrambled to guide their ancient friends to safety.

Fire Spirit Cookie merely laughed, a dark, booming sound that promised further destruction. "Come now, little Cookies! Entertain me! Or this 'Boiling Stock Village' shall truly live up to its name!" He raised his staff higher, the Red Dragon's Bead pulsing ominously, and the flames licking at the dinosaur enclosure exploded into a more furious blaze, rapidly spreading. "Let's see your true colors, before they're all burned away!"