The debris was clear now. But The Great Destroyer, wasn’t. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He and Golden Cheese Cookie had fought once again, the two hold halves of the same soul jam. Golden Cheese Cookie had awakened herself, managing to defeat him… but not kill him. You can count this as revenge from when Burning Spice Cookie had ripped her wings off and thrown her in the dungeon, scarring her. But now her wings are back, better than ever. She has at first scolded Smoked Cheese Cookie for going against her order and not fleeing, but in the end she heals him, and they go on their way once again, back to the Golden Cheese Kingdom. But that’s with them… Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, was looking around, holding her injured side. She’s been wounded, weakened. She’s the great, ferocious general of the spice tribe! It can’t end like this!!

“G-Great One… Where… are you… Where…”

she limped around the now in ruins spice temple. All that responded to her was the sounds of some debris breaking more.

“No… it can’t… end… like this…”

she was his right hand, his general. She bows to him out of respect and admiration not fear. How could it end like this? Burning Spice Cookie, The Great Destroyer, the one who’s brought the end to so many, the one who’s made kingdoms fall, the one who rules with an iron fist! He’s a Beast Cookie, how did it come to this? Because of that Golden Cheese Cookie… because she had half of his Soul Jam. . . . Burning Spice Cookie is buried underneath the rubble, alive. He laughed. He found this all entertaining. He finally found a worthy opponent.