The Guild Battle’s landscape stretched out before you, the dramatic wind rushing in your ears as the Avatar Of Destiny rose from the great crack in the crust of Earthbread. It roared, its stomach-churningly familiar vanilla cone hat tipping back, being caught from crashing into ruined stone only by one of its six arms. The eye on its dreadfully recognizable flower staff stared down at you, its gaze not softening. This is what Pure Vanilla Cookie had become after his failed Awakening.

A monster.