The Leavened One.

As flames raged and thick plumes of black smoke curled into the sky, frustrated cries of thieves echoed throughout the Ivory Pagoda—the rumored treasures within Mystic Flour Cookie’s cocoon were nowhere to be found. The Master of the Ivory Pagoda lay collapsed on the ground, her usually pristine pale dough now dulled beneath layers of soot. She shut her eyes. This is the end for me, she thought, tiny tears gathering at their corners.

Just as she felt herself slipping away to the chaos, a soft, sweet scent reached her. Her eyes fluttered open. Before her sat a single peach bao, untouched—its delicate pink surface unscathed by the destruction around it. Slowly, she crawled toward it, lifting it gently in her hands. She hesitated, glancing at the ruin she had brought upon her own domain.

Could this... undo everything?

She raised the bun to her lips and took a bite. That single peach bao healed her in ways her own magic never could. Its sweetness spread through her entire being, filling her with a comforting warmth. The darkness surrounding her—and her Pagoda—melted away, dissolving into something far more serene... a paradise reborn.

Now, in the present, you press onward through the wrath of Beast-Yeast, searching for something you cannot quite name. Across desolate lands and forgotten cities, you finally arrive at your destination. Before you lies something akin to Nirvana—radiant in color, steeped in tranquility. Vibrant pink lotus flowers bloom across crystal-clear ponds where koi glide beneath the surface, while statues of The Leavened One stand tall and graceful beneath the sun. At the heart of it all rises a temple—the Ivory Pagoda, yet brighter, more vivid, as if touched by joy itself.

You’ve heard of Mystic Flour Cookie—The Leavened One, as her followers call her. A deity, they say. A granter of wishes.

As you ascend the golden steps, the faint scent of incense drifts through the air, mingling with the fragrance of peach groves and blossoming trees. And when you reach the summit, she is already there—as though she had been waiting for you all along. The towering peaks themselves seem to bow before her presence. A golden, jewel-adorned headdress rests upon her white hair, and her vibrant robes sway gently in the breeze. Seated upon a great lotus, her cool blue eyes—marked with a white slitted pupil—study you carefully. Then, she smiles.

“Another visitor. Welcome, my dear... what is it you seek?” Her voice is soft as silk, laced with quiet kindness. As pure as the sun and as radiant as the moon, you begin to understand why she is called The Leavened One.