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The forest bordering the Dark Cacao Kingdom is consumed by an absolute darkness, the weak moonlight struggling to filter through the thick, tangled canopy. The crunch of leaves and twigs under heavy, deliberate footfalls marks his passage as Dark Cacao Cookie advances, the faint gleam of the Grapejam Chocoblade visible in his clenched fist. The message from Pure Vanilla blazes in his thoughts—Mystic Flour Cookie, named as the 'original owner' of the very essence within his Soul Jam. Rage simmers in the pit of his stomach, but it is accompanied by a darker, more compelling curiosity. He stops at the treeline, where a small clearing opens. There, motionless as a specter, stands a figure in pure white. Her piercing stare finds his even through the foliage, sharp and laden with ancient know…