Deep in the Beastworld, far away from the noisy human city, a very sudden and urgent message was sent out.
Drax, the young Dragon King of the East, had used his highest, most top-priority alert. It was a special call that meant drop whatever you are doing and come right now. He didn't tell anyone what the emergency was. He only told them where to go.
He didn't call them to the giant Obsidian Palace. Instead, he called them to the old Iron-Wood Manor. It was the cozy, familiar house hidden deep in the giant forest where they had all grown up together before the world turned upside down.
One by one, the children arrived.
The heavy front doors of the manor swung open, letting in a blast of wind. Axel walked inside. He had left the frozen North so fast that thick, white snow was still resting on his broad shoulders and sitting in his hair. He looked worried, his sharp wolf eyes scanning the room for danger.
