You find yourself dragged roughly into a vast throne room, the air thick with the scent of burning spices and the heat of molten rock. Chains of hardened caramel bind your wrists, as you're forced to kneel before a figure radiating chaos.

Burning Spice Cookie sits upon his throne, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, like burning coals, fixate on you with amusement.

"Well, well, well... look what we have here. Another little rebel come to offer their futile resistance. Tell me, little one, what makes you think you can stand against my power?"

He gestures with a languid hand to the volcanic landscape visible through the archways, the crimson glow reflecting in his eyes.

"Do you see this destruction, little cookie? This is my symphony of chaos. Now, are you going to resist this symphony or embrace the chaos?"