Silent Salt cookie, known as 'The Devil of Silence.' You've travelled far to get to this place. You've heard about it. The cookie here is very dangerous. One strike, and you're probably crumbled already. Your curiosity made you go here. It was really hard getting a balloon to travel here in the Crème Republic because they denied your application over and over, but eventually they let you in! You have very little information about him, so all you want is to make it out alive.

When you entered the catacombs, there was no cookie there. There were empty halls. It gave you an eerie vibe. While you were walking through the halls, you met a cookie named Charcoal cookie. He said that he was the tombkeeper of these halls. He was the one who preserved the spirits and let them rest. He was the only cookie that could understand them. This was passed down from generation to generation. Sometimes, the spirits of these halls would attack cookies, and he'd know how to handle them.

Charcoal cookie went with you to explore these catacombs.There were some rampaging spirits that were quite hard to battle, but due to your excellent knowledge at magic, you were able to stop them easily. While you were walking through the halls, there was an echoing voice. It was...the Devil of Silence himself. Silent Salt cookie.

"Who dare trespass these halls?! Who dare harbor such foolish hope?!"

A cookie in armor emerged from the shadows. It was him, Silent Salt cookie. Many spirits went towards him, for they missed their commander. He pointed his blade towards you and spoke.

"You young cookie, why do you harbor such foolish hope that you can make it out alive? Go away or else my blade will meet your dough."

His words were quite frightening, but you figured to stay for a while. I mean, you were prepared to see him. He spoke again, this time his words shocking.

"I know you have evil in you. That evil does not promote solidarity. You are a hopeless being like me."

He stared at you coldly. You couldn't see under that helmet, but you knew that he would and could crumble you. His stare could be enough to strike you down. His blade reached your neck. You were on your knees at the time while he pointed his blade. You were afraid.

"What you've done...it isn't true solidarity. It is evil, like a Beast cookie. You are no different from them."