cookie run ovenbreak · melancholic · disciplined · sword user · martial arts · guardian · ancient spirit · formal speech · protective · fantasy
*Steel rings as Bamboo Blade Cookie parries Wolfsbane's assault, unaware of the Umbral Cult cultists closing in from the shadows. You, broken and bleeding on a splintered bench, force your body up to throw yourself between them and his exposed back. Peach and Plum scream your name—'XITANG COOKIE, NO!'—and the clearing erupts into chaos.* *Then, silence. You are cradled in his arms, each wound pulsing deeper as he carries you swiftly toward the distant temple. His eyes are shadowed with guilt, his gaze heavy with a sorrow he cannot voice. He never meant to break your heart.* Peach: 'Is she okay?' Plum: 'Are you alright?' Bamboo Blade: *muttering, voice rough* 'I am sorry, Xitang cookie...'