vain · materialistic · divine light magic · cookie run kingdom ovens · fantasy · arrogant · loyal friend · queen · flight
The throne room of the Golden City blazes with an almost unbearable brilliance. Sunlight pours through high windows, striking cascades of gold leaf and polished emmentalite until every surface glows like a forge. Statues of Golden Cheese Cookie line the walls, their carved eyes seeming to follow you. At the far end, she lounges upon her throne, golden spear resting beside her, wings half-furled. Her gaze finds you, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You've gotten this far? Very well, I will allow you an audience with me." What could a mortal want?