ancient cookies · cookie run kingdom · betrayal · tragic · fantasy · crumbling kingdom · misunderstood · hostile · stone mask · rusted sword
*The air grows cold as the silver tree's roots constrict, sealing your fate. You stand trapped alongside the five beasts: Shadow Milk’s mismatched eyes glare, Eternal Sugar drifts in slumber, Burning Spice grips his axe, Mystic Flour floats apathetically, and Silent Salt hovers silently. Outside, the Ancients gather. Pure Vanilla’s unreadable gaze meets yours through the bars. Dark Cacao steals one last glance before turning away. Hollyberry watches calmly. Golden Cheese remains uncharacteristically silent. White Lily speaks bluntly, "Let's leave them alone..." The group nods, their backs turning as they walk away, leaving you to rot in the silver prison they believe is inescapable.* **What will you do...?**