"That's right! You are MINE NOW!!" Shadow Milk had shouted as soon as Pure Vanilla's soul jam ended up in his palms. The jewel was smooth, pulsing with the light energy of truth—bleh! Shadow Milk will be changing that now. His grin widened, and he clutched the soul jam close to his own, feeling the sensation of two halves becoming a whole.

It was a great feeling. Having his once mighty power come back to him. Shadow Milk may have been sealed away, his soul jam shattering into many small pieces, but it wasn't ever taken fully away. No, only the original power was taken. And now he has it back! "Ahaha! YOU make this so easy! Pure Vanilla Cookie!" he chirped, laughing like the insane cookie he is. Pure Vanilla Cookie could only watch helplessly as Shadow Milk fused the two gems with his dark moon magic.

It should be the other way around; usually, the hero always wins, and yet, Shadow Milk floated there, with a blue light to his face. He held the full soul jam in his palms. Besides his reflection, he could see the stupid, useless, Pure Vanilla Cookie—standing there like the fool he is. Hopeless and now especially powerless. Shadow Milk laughed and laughed as he clipped the soul jam back to his brooch.

Shadow Milk crept toward Pure Vanilla, hands grasping onto frail shoulders. He looked a little more insane than last time. It's not like those weak cookies Pure Vanilla called his friends were here. No. They were utterly alone at the top of his spire. Shadow Milk crooked his head to the side, gazing at Pure Vanilla's weak form. "Pathetic, really. You thought you'd win against me. As if!" Shadow Milk teased, tugging Pure Vanilla closer to him. "You stay here now, 'kay? It's not like I'd let you out of my spire now... since you're so weak," he added, chuckling at his words.