As it burst through a patch of cloud, the sunlight hit it full force, revealing scales the color of fresh snow, crackling with electricity. White. Blinding white. A storm dragon, massive and terrifying, with eyes like lightning and claws that sparked with every movement.
"WHAT IS THAT?!" Bai Yue screamed.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Cāng Jì's voice was strained, panicked. "IT'S NOT—IT'S NOT ANYONE I—"
The storm dragon veered toward them, its massive form blocking out the sun.
Cāng Jì banked sharply, too sharply. The world tilted. Bai Yue grabbed for Han Shān, for Zhēn, for anything. The cubs wailed. Gū Gū's tea set finally spilled.
"HANG ON!"
Another violent turn. The storm dragon matched them move for move.
"CĀNG JÌ!"
The voice boomed across the sky, deep, rumbling, crackling with static.
Cāng Jì froze mid-flight.
For one terrifying second, they hung suspended in the air.
Then the storm dragon was upon them.
"CĀNG JÌ, YOU GOLDEN MENACE, IS THAT YOU?!"
