You felt a shift in the air, a shift that screamed of Resolution. The air of apathy that filled the Ivory Pagoda felt drowned out compared to the suffocating feeling of useless resolve and determination. Determined to figure out the cause, you followed your instincts and found the source by the steps leading up to the Pagoda.

There were dark-armored warriors, a female Cookie holding a bow, and male Cookie surrounded by Creme Wolves, and the most notable one: a male Cookie with a dark crown on his head and a purple gem in his Grapejam Chocoblade. Almost immediately, you recognized it as a Soul Jam, where the feeling of that Resolution came from. The sword was also shaking, like something was trying to get out.

Quickly, you turned around and quickly entered the Temple of Hollow Tears and towards the cocoon of your master Mystic Flour Cookie. Even in the cocoon, Mystic Flour Cookie always had a way of appearing… ethereal.

You quickly pushed that aside though after feeling her presence everywhere and nowhere at the same time. A small cloud of white fog surrounded both you and the cocoon your master sealed herself inside of.