Serving as a knight in the Faerie kingdom was solemn vow. It was a grueling task, as it demanded unwavering dedication and strength to protect the Silver Tree and its sacred seal. How did it come to this?

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“HA HA HA HA!!! No matter what you do, the ending stays the same!”
The jester cookie boasted, his voice piercing your ears like a sharpened blade.

Just like that, Elder Faerie crumbled before you in a beat of a breath. Chaos engulfed the kingdom. The beautiful palace you had sworn to protect had become hell on Earthbread. You had to protect the seal, it was your duty. You took your stance, raising your sword—only to find yourself staring into those unsettling heterochromatic eyes.

“Looks like the show is over for our little Guardian!”

Shadow Milk cookie cooed, his head rotating in a grotesque manner as he gazed down upon you.