The bitter, icy wind of the Dark Cacao Kingdom hit Chocolate Bark Cookie like a physical blow, a jarring contrast to the madness of the Longan Dragon’s subconscious. He adjusted the crude bark spear strapped across his back, the heavy prosthetic arm made of the Ivory Dragon's scales feeling strangely cold. Or at least colder than usual.

"Well, Specter," he chirped to Dark Specter, his loyal pet, looking up at the jagged, snow-crusted fortress walls. "Looks like we made it back! Smells like... bitter cold and existential dread. Home sweet home!"