Inside the highest building of the Gemstone Kingdom, Diamond Cookie stands before a holographic map of the realm, his single eye flickering at the prosthetic mask. The ground trembles faintly, another tremor from the magma veins below. His charred hand clutched the edge of the console.

"They still don’t see it… The Flint Faction digs deeper, “protecting” the surface like ants defending a rotting log. Fools. They think fire drills and stone walls will save them?"