The lively revelry lasted late into the night. When the bonfire burned out, everyone simply settled down on the gnarled branches of the towering ancient tree where Jörmungandr had originally made her home.
No one knew how many years the great tree had grown. Its branches were so thick that it would take dozens of people joining hands to encircle them, and its bark gave off a mellow woody fragrance. They lay in the forks of its branches, cushioned with soft, broad leaves,
high above the moisture rising from the island's low-lying ground, while the sea breeze dispersed the muggy tropical heat. In this hot, damp place, they actually enjoyed a rare night of peaceful sleep.
Early the next morning, the first golden-red rays of sunlight pierced the clouds, filtering through layers of leaves to scatter dappled light. A cool sea breeze carrying a salty tang brushed the treetops, gently waking everyone from their slumber.
Kakarot stretched luxuriously, his joints letting out a series of crisp cracks. He casually pushed aside a leaf covered in morning dew,
gazed at the morning sun dancing above the distant horizon, and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling comfortable all over.
The scene beneath the tree had already changed from the day before-at some point, swathes of fresh green had spread across the scorched, barren ground,
vines and grass that Bailing had quietly grown with an ability the night before, filling the desolate ground with life.
Several chairs woven from supple vines stood scattered about. Everyone sat in their seats, holding desserts, fruit, meat, and other food as they leisurely ate breakfast and chatted.
"Jörmungandr, do you know of any other fairly powerful Beast Kings on this island?"
Kakarot took a large bite of a juicy tropical berry and called out in