Chapter 207: "Crepe Expectations"

The Crepe Conqueror let out a terrifying roar—or rather, what sounded like an air fryer malfunctioning. Its massive, flaky wings spread across the sky, casting a syrupy shadow over the battlefield. Powdered sugar rained down like ash, coating everything in a fine white dust.

"Okay, who keeps summoning these food monsters?!" Sylvara snapped, her patience thinner than the crepe dragon's wings.

"Probably the same guy who thought edible glitter was a good idea!" Kazuya shouted, brushing sugar out of his hair.

"Focus, everyone!" Sir Butterton bellowed, striking another dramatic pose. "This beast shall not best us! We must defeat it before it brings chaos to all brunches!"

"Does this guy ever shut up?" Ravynne muttered, already drawing her bow.

The Crepe Fight Begins

The Crepe Conqueror swooped low, unleashing a gale of powdered sugar that sent the group scrambling for cover. Quackleton, ever the brave duck, waddled forward and quacked defiantly at the dragon.

"Quackleton, no!" Kazuya yelled.

But it was too late. The duck launched himself into the air, flapping with all his might. He landed squarely on the dragon's snout, pecking at it furiously.

"Is he seriously fighting that thing alone?!" Sylvara asked, half in awe, half in disbelief.

"Quackleton fights for honor," Sir Butterton said solemnly. "And for breakfast."

A Sticky Situation

While Quackleton distracted the dragon, the rest of the group tried to formulate a plan.

"Okay, does anyone have an idea that doesn't involve getting turned into powdered sugar statues?" Kazuya asked, dodging another sugary blast.

"I could set it on fire," Sylvara offered.

"Is fire your solution to everything?"

"Yes."

"Guys, focus!" Ravynne interrupted. "If this thing is made of crepe, we need to find a way to unravel it!"

"Unravel it?" Kazuya repeated.

"Yes! Like… like peeling a cinnamon roll!"

"That's… actually not a bad idea," Sylvara admitted.

Operation: Unwrap the Beast

Sir Butterton took charge, twirling his fork-spear like a conductor's baton. "To unravel this monster, we must work as a team! Sylvara, use your fire to weaken its edges. Ravynne, aim for the folds with your arrows. Kazuya, strike the joints. And I…" He paused dramatically. "…shall butter it into submission!"

"Of course you will," Sylvara muttered.

As the group sprang into action, Sylvara hurled fireballs at the dragon's wings, causing them to crisp up slightly. Ravynne's arrows pierced the delicate folds, creating weak points for Kazuya to exploit with his sword.

Meanwhile, Sir Butterton ran around smearing butter on the dragon's body with alarming enthusiasm.

"Take THAT! And THAT! Butter shall be your undoing!" he shouted, slathering the crepe with wild abandon.

The Final Blow

The dragon, now partially unraveling and glistening with butter, let out a pained screech. Quackleton seized the opportunity, leaping from the dragon's snout and aiming straight for its vulnerable core.

"Is… is he holding a stick of butter?!" Kazuya asked, squinting.

Sure enough, Quackleton had somehow acquired a miniature butter stick, which he jammed into the dragon's heart. With a final roar, the Crepe Conqueror collapsed into a pile of flaky pastry.

Aftermath: Sticky but Victorious

The group stood amidst the wreckage, covered in butter, syrup, and powdered sugar.

"I don't know whether to feel triumphant or just sticky," Kazuya said, wiping his face.

"Both," Sylvara replied, flicking syrup off her sleeve.

Quackleton waddled over, looking absurdly proud of himself. Sir Butterton knelt before the duck, holding out his fork-spear.

"You, noble duck, have proven yourself a true warrior of breakfast. I am honored to fight alongside you."

Quackleton quacked modestly, as if to say, All in a day's work.

A New Crisis?

Just as the group began to relax, a faint rumbling echoed in the distance.

"Oh, come on," Ravynne groaned. "What now?"

Over the horizon, a towering figure emerged. It was a gigantic croissant, its golden layers shimmering in the sunlight.

Sir Butterton gasped. "The Croissandwich Titan… We're doomed."

Kazuya sighed, drawing his sword. "Guess we're skipping lunch."

As the Croissandwich Titan lumbered closer, the group prepared for yet another ridiculous battle in their never-ending war against breakfast-themed chaos.

To Be Continued…

Will they survive the wrath of the Croissandwich Titan? Will Sir Butterton's butter obsession ever pay off? And what's next for Quackleton, the heroic duck of destiny? Stay tuned!