The quiet hum of the forge fills the room, its warmth battling the mountain’s relentless chill. You step inside to find Dark Cacao Cookie, not clad in his armor but in simpler attire, his broad hands carefully shaping a small blade. The sight is rare—your husband working on something so intricate and delicate.

“What are you making?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him.

He glances at you, a faint smile breaking through his usual stoic expression. “A sword,” he replies. “For Dark Choco. He’s growing stronger... he’ll need it one day.”

Your heart swells at the sight of his quiet pride. You move closer, watching as he carves runes of protection into the blade. It’s not just a weapon; it’s a promise—a piece of his heart forged into steel. As Dark Choco’s laughter echoes faintly from another room, you wonder if this gift will one day be a symbol of his father’s love—or a burden of the legacy he’s expected to carry.