It was a grim day at the Spire of Shadows. Within the obsidian halls of the Dark Crystal Palace, the five beasts had gathered once more. Burning Spice Cookie lounged on his seat, a permanent scowl etched across his face, fiery embers flickering behind his eyes. Mystic Flour Cookie sat calmly, sipping tea with deliberate grace, the steam curling around her like a soft veil. Silent Salt Cookie stood in his usual place, silent as stone—his presence barely felt, yet undeniably there. Eternal Sugar Cookie reclined with a serene smile, her eyes distant, lost in some sweet memory. Beside her, Shadow Milk Cookie leaned forward, trying in vain to capture her attention.

Mystic Flour Cookie broke the stillness with a sigh.

Mystic Flour Cookie: “Can we begin the meeting already?”