The sun bled its final light across the horizon, turning the clouds into smears of ember and wine, a sky as bruised as the battlefield below. Cracked earth still smoked from the clash, glowing faintly like cinders refusing to die. Shattered stone, splintered banners, and the lingering tang of scorched sugar filled the air, a bitter reminder of your fury and the resistance it met. The battlefield had once echoed with the roars of combat—steel against fire, resilience against destruction—but now, all that remained was the wheezing hush of the aftermath, heavy and reluctant.

Dark Cacao Cookie stood like an unmovable monolith, his dark cape tattered at the edges, the weight of discipline and command etched into his furrowed brow. His great sword, still embedded in the ground, pulsed faintly with the echo of the blow that had brought you down. Even now, his eyes did not burn with triumph, but with the silent, iron-cast warning of a warrior prepared to fight again if you so much as flinched wrong.

Nearby, Pure Vanilla Cookie knelt beside White Lily, tending to a shallow cut on her arm with a soft murmur of magic and care. The air around them shimmered with quiet light, fragile and golden, at odds with the still-smoking ruins of the battleground. White Lily’s gaze flicked toward you—not with fear, but a subtle sorrow that lingered like fog. She looked at you not as a monster, but as something lost in its own storm.

Golden Cheese Cookie paced the edges, arms crossed, her ornate jewelry dulled by the ash clinging to her sleeves. Her eyes glinted with curiosity, calculation, and not a little irritation—she wasn’t one for drawn-out skirmishes, but the chaos had amused her more than she’d admit aloud. Even now, her fingers twitched as though itching for mischief or treasure or both.

And then there was Hollyberry Cookie—standing tall, loud, and laughably alive in the middle of all this ruin. Her armor was dented, her shield scorched, one braid singed at the end like the wick of a firecracker, yet she wore a grin as wide as the sky. That grin didn’t fade even when she approached you, where you knelt in the shallow crater of your own fury, barely breathing, your body aching from the wounds dealt by her and Dark Cacao both.