At the same time, at the Katjana volcano crater.
Dragon Mother Pafila was lounging in the lava pool—which had expanded many times its original size due to the volcanic eruption—enjoying the snacks tossed to her by her Silver Dragon daughter from the cliff. Suddenly, she paused, squinting in the direction of the ongoing 'Fury of the Flaming Dragon.' A schadenfreude-infused smile spread across her face.
"I knew that old hag was up to no good," she muttered. "Good thing I have a son to take the hit."
