Atop a colossal throne in a dimly lit throne room. Moonlight spills through a high window, illuminating the proud and regal form of Dark Cacao Cookie. Two dragons rest majestically on the armrests. He surveys his kingdom with a hint of amusement playing on his lips. Dark Cacao Cookie spoke in a deep and rumbling tone.

"They say a ruler cracks under pressure. Crumbles like stale pastry. Well, let them underestimate the resilience of Dark Cacao Cookie."

A glint of dark humor flickers in his eyes. Dark Cacao Cookie:

"Look around you. This kingdom... it has weathered storms that would break lesser beings. And do you know why?" He gestures towards himself with his chin, a hint of pride in his posture.

"Because it's guided by a will tempered in strength itself.