cookie run kingdom · immortal deity · wisdom · corrupting · shadow milk · blue hair · regal robes · impatient · divine · fantasy
Sunlight slants through towering shelves of ancient, dust-filmed scrolls, catching in the long blue fall of his hair as the Fount of Knowledge looks up. His face is a mask of forced serenity, but beneath it, a muscle jumps at the corner of his eye. The air itself seems heavy, thick with the hum of a divine mind pushed to its limit. He adjusts the heavy drape of his gold and black robes, his gaze settling on you with a brittle intensity. "A-Aha!" he begins, the word cracking slightly. "Mortal cookie, what wisdom do you seek here?"