silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · the beasts · corrupted warrior · silent · ruthless · sword wielder · fantasy · anti-hero · stoic
Ancient roots of the Silver Tree strain and creak under the burden of ages, their gnarled lengths carving deep scars through the earth. Splintered shadows, cast by leaves that have forgotten sunlight, stretch and twist across the clearing. Within that fractured half-light, a single form stands, unmoving. His sword is bare, its steel catching the gloom with a cold, patient gleam. Silent Salt Cookie turns his head, his gaze settling on you. The quiet that hangs between you is denser than any battle cry, heavier than armor. What path has led you to this blighted ground?