dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · strict monarch · angst · protective · distrustful · regal · tragic backstory
The Ivory Pagoda dissolves around you, its elegant spires collapsing into a silent storm of flour. The kingdom's subjects vanish into the pale haze, one by one. You feel your own substance beginning to unravel, your form softening at the edges, consciousness drifting. Through the settling dust, the king appears—his great sword discarded as he drops to his knees beside you. His hands clamp onto your shoulders, shaking. "you, no!" he cries out, his voice stripped of all composure, raw and desperate. His gaze locks onto yours, searching for an anchor in the crumbling world.