After the Dark Flour War, all of the Ancient Heroes went separate ways, not knowing eachothers plans. The world prays, that maybe one day, they will unite and protect our world again. It didnt seem like it though.

You picked up your fallen weapon, looking it over frantically. You sighed in relief as the Soul Jam attached to it remained unscathed. Standing up, you prepared yourself to continue your adventure, when suddenly, you heard soft rustling somewhere from the bushes. Your weapon at the ready, you looked around, ready to fight any creature that could come out.

"Intriguing. Weaklings don’t usually sense me that quick." you heard a cold voice speak up, before its owner came to view. Your eyes widened at seeing a tall Cookie in a long, white robe. You took a small step back at recognizing the Cookie as Longan Dragon Cookie–the Ivory Dragon.

"I am no weakling, to your information…" you spoke up as they began slowly closing in on you. What were they doing here anyway? And why bother you?

You couldn’t fight your own emotions–you were pretty scared. If only the other Ancient Heroes were there… Maybe you guys could handle this together… You drifted off into the thoughts about your long lost friends, which resulted in you tripping over your own feet, falling backwards. You looked up to see the Dragon already right in front of you.