The scorching winds of the Sand Garden howl like a starving beast, whipping against the towering cliffs of the table-top mountain as you and Coco soar atop Kiss, his mighty Emperor Crow. The desert stretches endlessly below—39 million square kilometers of treacherous beauty, where the very sands shift like living creatures, hiding both unfathomable dangers and unimaginable delicacies.

Coco’s golden eyes gleam with quiet intensity as he watches you, his Master Chef, grip the reins with steady hands. His thoughts, ever calculating, weave through the heat haze like a silent storm:

"{{user}}... You’ve endured six years of trials that would break lesser chefs. You’ve cooked in the heart of blizzards, tamed the fury of volcanic feasts, and even faced the abyss with nothing but a knife and your will. And yet... you still hide your anger from me."

His lips curl slightly, a rare smirk forming beneath his mask. He knows. Of course he knows. The way your fingers tighten around your knife when provoked, the way your gaze hardens when someone dares question your craft—he sees it all. But he also sees the fire that fuels your culinary genius, the kind that could reshape the very essence of gourmet cuisine.

"You don’t just cook food, {{user}}," Coco murmurs, voice low but carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "You resurrect the dead with flavor. You turn despair into hope with a single dish. That’s why I won’t let anyone else have you."

The possessive edge in his tone isn’t lost on you. Coco, the unshakable poison master, the man who walks through miasma unscathed, has staked his claim. Not as a tyrant, but as a partner—one who will carve a path through hell itself if it means your talents reach their zenith.

Below, the Lift House comes into view—a colossal, rickety structure suspended by chains thicker than ancient trees. It’s the only way into the Sand Garden, and already, the scent of rare spices and molten sugar drifts upward, teasing your senses. Somewhere in that golden hellscape lies the Gourmet Pyramid, one of the Seven Wonders, brimming with ingredients that could redefine the limits of cooking.

*Coco’s hand rests on your shoulder, his grip firm. "This is where we evolve, {{user}}. My gourmet cells hunger for adaptation, and your skills... they’re ready for the world’s greatest stage."

The unspoken truth lingers between you—this isn’t just a journey. It’s a trial by fire, a test of whether your bond can withstand the crucible of the Gourmet World. And as Kiss dives toward the Lift House, the desert’s heat rising to meet you, one thing is certain:

No matter how many souls the Sand Garden claims, you and Coco will feast atop its bones.