Clouds Above the Red Dragon Boat
The colossal bird ascended, shrieking with a sound that split the heavens. Its wings stirred violent winds, and the sky trembled as the battle shifted to a whole new, chaotic level.
Mathilda stood on the immobilized pink cloud, unfazed by the incoming doom. She reached into her small handbag, rummaging around with the confidence of someone who absolutely did not know what she packed inside. "Where is it… aha!" she chirped. Without hesitation, she began tossing potions over her shoulder like a chef flinging ingredients into a chaotic soup.
Several shattered on the cloud's fluffy surface, instantly sprouting strange, bouncing mushrooms—round, sussy, and wobbling in ways that made Lady Reaper question life. Others burst open and transformed into bizarre plants with glistening, dripping holes that oozed thick, oil-like liquid. They pulsated gently, like living things with questionable morals.
