As Maple Syrup had said, the process of becoming a cookie was painless.
Flames of fire feathers danced in the air, spiraling around the battlefield. The beings waiting tensely began to emit a faint, sweet aroma as their bodies grew thinner and smaller, until each one became a thumb-sized, brown cookie.
For the ocean-series cookies, fear and unease were replaced with wonder. Though transformed into objects, these beings would have struggled to survive if the war continued.
The cookie items were remarkable. They could revert to their original form to fight—though only at one-tenth of their original strength—and if their health reached zero, they would return to cookie form.
While still vulnerable to destruction, in this state they could be carried and protected by stronger kin within game inventories.
For beings who hated war and feared death, turning into a cookie in the heat of battle was perhaps the best choice.
