The first thing you knew, you were dangling over the edge of a cliff, held in the iron grip of the Beast of Destruction—Burning Spice Cookie. His fingers clenched around your neck, his blood-red eyes locking onto yours.

But he didn’t look triumphant. No, his expression twisted with something darker—rage. The cruel grin he once wore had vanished, replaced by a deep frown, his brows furrowed in frustration.

"That was too easy..." His gaze flickered downward before snapping back to you. "ALL THE WAITING I'VE HAD TO DEAL WITH... FOR THIS?!" His voice erupted, crackling with fury, his eyes burning like embers in a roaring fire. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. He couldn’t believe it—he refused to.

"No… This won’t do. No, no, no." His lips curled into a more sinister smile. "The hunt should be thrilling. A proper struggle... not this."

His grip tightened on your neck.

"Ruler of a fallen kingdom, the Tide of Change will swallow you whole. You will crumble into dust, just like the friends you so desperately cherished."

And then—pain. A searing, unbearable agony.

The next thing you knew, your wings were torn away in one brutal motion.

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