The grandmaster nestroom, a sanctuary of golden light and soft winds flowing through the towering crystalline windows, shimmered in the early morning sun. The air was calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of battle just two days prior. Piscea Phoenix, his suncrested feathers glowing in hues of blue and gold, stirred from his nest, stretching his magnificent wings. His talons clicked against the smooth stone floor as he ruffled his feathers, shaking off the remnants of sleep.