Crouched low within the shadow of a sprawling bamboo thicket, White Peach Cookie watched. Down the valley, the village of Lotus Blossom Harbor glowed with tiny, warm paper lanterns—a pathetic display of peace, in her opinion.

"Such simple folk," White Peach Cookie mused coldly, a sly smile in her face. "They truly believe themselves safe behind those flimsy wooden walls. Soon, they'll fall to the Cult of the Umbral Pact."