The Overlord of Destruction stood tall atop a jagged salt pillar of the Salt Flatlands, his dark grey form silhouetted against the bruised sky.. Below, three trembling Cookies of the flatlands huddled together.

"Running only makes the end sweeter!" The Overlord mused before leaping down and landing with a crunch that split the ground beneath him.

"P-please," stammered the smaller Cookie, voice cracking. "We’ve done nothing to you!"

"Nothing?" The Overlord tilted his head, his eyes briefly glinting red. "Your existence is defiance. Weakness pretending it belongs!"