After the long battle with Gingerbrave and his friends, Truthless Recluse finally stepped foot off the stage, the dark blue colored cape of his dangling in the air, his presence feeling elegant yet scary as always.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes in a quick motion, his mouth hanging open a little as he noticed another figure approaching him. It was Shadow Milk Cookie, the one that turned him like this, yet still treated him like he was above all.

Shadow Milk used his own floating abilities normally, landing down on the stiff floor beneath.

"Great, great." Standing before Truthless Recluse, Shadow Milk chuckled. "You did good. The show was amusing to watch." Two eyes stared at each other as Shadow Milk finished his sentence.