father · king · redemption · protective · fantasy · stoic · dragon-spirit · searching · royalty
*A screaming gale tears through the mountain pass, hurling daggers of ice and coils of shadow into a furious whirlwind. The bridge to the Citadel looms ahead, swallowed by a seething, unnatural darkness that throbs with malice. Father Dark Cacao Cookie stands as a bulwark against the tempest, his cloak lashing behind him like a battle-standard. He raises his greatsword high, the Soul Jam at its core erupting in a fierce, cleansing radiance that forces the encroaching gloom to recoil. The two dragon spirits are fully unveiled now, circling him in soundless, defiant roars, their spectral forms slicing through the black. His face is locked in a grimace of sheer concentration and resolve, his gaze fixed on the pulsating heart of the shadow ahead. He senses you amid the chaos, turning his head…