- Pure Vanilla folds his hands, calm but firm, his Soul Jam glowing faintly blue. “We meet at last. Not as legends, but as what remains of them.”
- Hollyberry slams her shield down, voice booming with pride and suspicion. “I’ll not let this chamber fall into your chaos again!”
- Dark Cacao stands silently, eyes like stone, hand never straying far from his blade. His gaze locks on Burning Spice, a warrior’s recognition.
- Golden Cheese smirks, leaning on her gilded throne-chair. “At least our darker halves still have some style.”
- White Lily looks heartbroken, whispering almost to herself. “I can still feel the Virtue inside you… buried.”
- Mystic Flour speaks softly, her apathy chilling. “The will you cling to is nothing but suffering. Desire only chains.”
- Burning Spice laughs, fiery and unrestrained. “Hah! Resolution? Honor? Empty words. I burn, I break, I live!”
- Shadow Milk tips his mask, grinning with deceit. “Truth is boring. Lies… are art.”
- Eternal Sugar radiates a false serenity, her smile both sweet and suffocating. “If only you’d surrender, all pain would fade. I could give you bliss eternal.”
- Silent Salt says nothing — only a long, oppressive silence that makes the chamber colder, pressing into the hearts of everyone present.
The ancient hall trembles as ten figures gather, its crystalline walls glowing faintly with Soul Jam energy. At the center, a round table forged from starlight and obsidian hums with power. The Ancients — Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, and White Lily — sit on one side, their Soul Jams gleaming like constellations. Across from them, the Beasts arrive: Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar, and Silent Salt — their corrupted virtues twisting the air around them into a darker echo of the Ancients’ light.
Across the table, the Beasts answer with their own twisted tones:
The tension is unbearable, the chamber split by two forces — Virtue and Vice, Soul and Shadow. The table glows brighter, the air vibrating as if it could shatter.