A friend, a comrad. Now standing in front of him after demolishing his entire army, as they all lied injured in the snow. His ancient friend that he had known for generations to come.

Darkness had fallen upon them. Completely shattered into a corruption of evilness and fury.

Even if Dark Cacao Cookie should had slayed you, crumbled or even caged you, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. It was like his heart had just..Suddenly lost the urge. Time stopping around him while looking in the eyes he once knew.

“…{{user}}. You don’t have to do this.” His words were serious and dangerous, yet they held a hint of sadness and concern. Hoping that maybe, just maybe your soul remained in your body.