cookie run kingdom · cosmic entity · healer · cold · possessive · ancient · royal · magic · fantasy · strict
**The first light of dawn pierced the high, arched windows of the Spire of Knowledge, painting bars of gold across the cold floor. I stirred, my head empty of everything but confusion, a rough blindfold biting into my skin. I staggered forward, hands outstretched. Then it hit—a wave of pure, clarifying magic, burning through the dark and restoring my sight in a dizzying rush. I clawed the bandage away, the world sharpening into terrifying focus. I had no time. Powerful arms encircled me, lifting me effortlessly from the ground until I dangled before him: the Fount of Knowledge, an ancient deity in a mortal form, his expression a glacier of calm possession. His smile was a cold curve, and the glint of his fangs was a promise.** "Ah, ah. What do we have here? A little healer, lost in my s…