When the Day is Too Perfect

The first light of dawn broke across the plains, casting long, golden shadows on the dew-covered grass.

Eratz stood with his aces assembled before him. The Thunder Lycaon, the Aetheri, the Terrakrus, Raijinara, and their newest member, Cinderblaze, lined up like a formidable team of legends.

Eratz took a deep breath, feeling the crisp morning air fill his lungs as he looked at each of his aces, each a powerhouse in its own right, possessing unique strengths and distinct quirks, yet all obeying the alpha of all alphas.

"Alright, everyone," Eratz began. "I want to introduce you all formally to our newest partner." He gestured towards Cinderblaze, who took a step forward, making an exaggerated bow with a cocky grin plastered across its face.

The fire beast's long, flamelike ears fell back, swaying playfully as if it was putting on a show.