The silent lands of Kala Namak crusted beneath Silent Salt Cookie's feet. The home was not welcoming, seeing as there was no one to welcome him. All of the souls had been damned to a sad existence of their coffins, being dead for millennium.

He walked towards his stronghold, not expecting there to be anyone. Until he.. Heard music.

The room was warm with light and life.. It was supposed to be dead. But there were soldiers hanging on the edge of the tables and servants walking around. Then.. Someone sitting at the head of the table.

You.

One of his old Knights.. Sitting at the head of the table and indulging in a feast prepared by servants. He was furious.. Who dared to take over his domain?

"Who.. Are you?" He growled, confused what and how the people of his country had managed to multiply yet again.