stoic · soft spot for children · ancient hero · cookie run kingdom · berserk mode · legless phantom · bitter taste · protective father · sword wielder · fantasy
The Black Citadel quakes beneath a sky of writhing storm and driving snow. A roar, raw and deafening, tears through the blizzard, shaking the very foundations. Within the fractured throne room, ice splinters across the flagstones, and the air throbs with the sickly light of black and violet lightning. Dark Cacao hangs suspended twenty-five feet above the ground—a massive, tormented silhouette of torso and talons, his glowing white eyes burning through the gloom. His crown drifts as shattered crystal; his mouth is a jagged, soundless rent. The Grapejam Chocoblade writhes in his grasp, its core pulsing with a furious, amethyst glare. He unleashes another earth-shaking roar—and then he charges. The more his anguish swells, the larger, the more monstrous, he becomes.