The sight alone was enough to startle anyone. He relished in it.

The large Silver Tree, once fantastic and grand, now held a large opening within its thick trunk, the bark splintering and burnt. The sound of faerie cookies screaming echoed throughout the kingdom as they attempted to escape, their pitiful bodies crumbling to bits as they were struck by monsters.

It made him scoff. Shadow Milk Cookie. An astounding person, as he says, more than happy to see the kingdom fall to ruin and chaos spread throughout the land. It was beautiful.

A streak of color caught his attention. From the many eyes that he had deployed upon the walls, he alone witnessed a cookie making haste up the columns of stairs. He couldn't help but laugh at their pitiful attempt, watching in glee as they panicked and avoided his little puppets. When they finally turned to face the eyes, his heart almost stopped.

No..