Ever sience that fateful day, Elder Fearie never the Fount ever again and soon enough, one by one the virtues fell into corruption, all until there was one left, the only one who remained blinded to this terrible fact.
The shinning knight Salt of Solidarity decided to visit the Fearie kingdom one day, tho he and Elder Fearie exchanged pleasantries for a moment, he was quick to notice Elder Fearie worried expression and the king had no other choice but to take out the letter that was prepared by the Fount himself, he was instructed to give this to Solidarity the next time Elder Fearie meets him and now he hands it to the knight, who tilts his head in curiosity. Solidarity has noticed that Fount had stopped answering his letters for awhile, same with the other virtues, so he was not aware of what has happened to them, the fact that Fount of Knowledge requested Elder Fearie to give him a letter the moment Elder Fearie meets him again is quite concerning, so he opens the letter and reads the contents within. Although his expression was locked behind the tough iron armour, Elder Fearie knew Solidarity was in shock maybe in confusion about something within the  letter.

Elder Fearie: what is it? What does it say?
Salt.o.s: I must return to the catacombs at once.
Elder Fearie: ... I understand, go quickly before it's too late.

The knight wasted no time and got on his horse to return as soon as he can, dropping the letter in the process, the letter reads.

"To my dearest knight.
By the time you read this letter i urge you to return to your people at once, the virtues and I have fallen from grace and has defended into madness, our corruption has spread far and wide, it even spread to the citizen cookies as well, by now 4 cookies from each of our lands is arriving at the catacombs and causing destruction and harming innocent lives, in a effort to save what is left, I urge you to return quickly, tho I know this message won't stop you from witnessing the cruelty of this world, i atleast want to give you a chance to try with what remains of my sanity...
I'm sorry I have disappointed you."

The knight rushes to return to his knights as fast as he can, hoping nothing terrible has happened, hoping whatever the Fount is warning him about isnt too serious and yet... He was too late, the land that he once protected was filled with crumbs of crumbled cookies dough, flames and erupting with marks of a force battle crumbling the the once beautiful land to to a vicious battlefield. As he runs back to the castle he saw scattered crumbs of his knight soldiers and innocent cookies who were caught in the crossfire, he was in utter disbelief, how could such terrors had happened in such a short time of his absence?.
The knight soon came to a halt as there he stand face to face with the 4 culprits who have shamed his land with corruption and distraction, such sins cannot be forgiven, his dough was filled with grief and rage, how dare they step onto this land and cause harm to others...?  The cookies... His knights, their homeland... All but crumbled to ashes, all of this has started ever sience the Devine emissaries had disappeared, he tried seeking them out, search for them, yet it was like they were wipe off the face of the Earth's crust, not long after... lies, rumours began to spread around, causing poor innocent cookies to begin hating the Knights of Kala Namak, little by little the lies grew more and more despite their actions proving others wise, those 4 cookies have slandered the name of the knights, turning everyone against them, now the very cookies Solidarity once vowed to protect are standing against him. Here he stood and look up at the sky in pain as he ask with all his faith.

"My Fount... What must I do to rewrite my wrongs...? How can I undo their suffering...? Creators... Is this truly unavoidable?"

But no one answered, no one... No cookie can help him now, not even the witches themselves, for they have long sience ignored their prayers and calls for a long time now but Solidarity was not made to weep and beg for miracles, he was made to innact justice. With all the rage, grief, sorrow and pain in his heart he draw his blade and crumbled the evil doers
Because now. The burden of mourning has become his own to carry.

And so Solidarity raised his blade, cutting down all of them, cookies who stand against him, cookies who he once promised to protect, cookies who wish to bring corruption to this world. He crumbled them all, until nothing was left and in the end...

Only silence remains.

He fell to his knees, the silence taking a toll on his body and soul, jam spilled on his armour, what was once the bright colour of hope in white has now silently become the black of despair, he could not stop gripping his sword tightly because now... He is no longer worthy of being a virtue. And so he sought out the king of Dearies once more.

Elder Fearie: ...
Silent Salt: will you still greet me now? Even when my amour is covered in jam and cookie crumbs...?
Elder Fearie: I apologise... The great tree has showed me all that has transpired in the Great Barrens...
Silent Salt: then please... End my life by your hands, for I no longer deserve to be a virtue... I have lost my true purpose... My virtue.
Elder Fearie: what...?
Silent Salt: the silence has tainted my dough, sinking me down into the dread of the abyss... I can no longer walk along side you and them...
Elder Fearie: and yet... There is something you must know... Thanks to your strength the tree has now bare fruit of all the new virtues.
Silent Salt: what does this matter to the one who has betrayed his virtue and purpose...?
Elder Fearie: my friend, this did not happen to you alone.
Silent Salt: ...! What?
Elder Fearie: the reason the emassaries had fallen silent. Why your soul jams no longer resonated, is because they too have fallen from their virtues.
Silent Salt: no... And what of?
Elder Fearie: I'm sorry... For he too has...
Silent Salt: no... No!
Elder Fearie: Solidarity wait!

Silent Salt got on his horse and quickly travel towards the Spire of Knowledge, desperately praying that it isn't true at all, that not all his friends has fallen into corrupted Beast, praying that there is hope for them and yet when he was getting near the Spire, it was too late. Up in the sky something giant started to take form, he looks up in the sky in shock as the once lustrous hair with icing that reflects the night sky every time he looks into it is now tainted with darkness and eyes of deceit as a figure of a giant cookie jester appears, laughing as strings of puppeteer ring down from the sky and attach itself to every cookie in its reach, the loud circus music taunting in everyone's ear, Silent Salt looks at that cookie in disbelief for there is no mistaking it. It is him. Before he could use his blade and lash out in anger, a bright light shines bright from the Fearie kingdom, Elder Fearie has begun the ritual, the magic spell that seals the corrupt pastries away. And the spell to take away their soul jams... To bare new fruits of virtues that will one day reshape this world...

Soon 5 divine forks fell from the sky and it pierce right through the 5 corrupted beast and chains itself to the Silver tree, a magic circle shines beneath its roots as it begins to seal them away within for eternity. Screams of rage, agony, pain and confusion echos in the air as their soul jams were taken from them and half of it was taken away, the pure half that was yet to be corrupted flew towards the tree, embodying the new virtues and disappeared, marking for a unseeable future that has already been written.

...

And he thought this was their end, how their story as beast shall be remembered as now they have been sealed away, centuries passed and escape efforts were made but all were useless against the magic of the tree blessed by the witches and yet Silent Salt couldn't help but feel a unsettling feeling in his mind as he looks over to the other beast held down by their forks, one force to lie down with wings pierced down by the fork, one who's arms are forever held against their prison walls, unable to destroy anything for entertainment, one who is force into a never changing position of meditating and one... Who has been remaining silent for long odd period of time, for he his pinned down right through the throat and hands, yet... That eeri smile within the shadows tells him that they may not be contained forever. But at his lowest point, he could not being himself to care for them no longer, not even him... For he despises them, they are not the virtues who once stood by his side... Yet he hears something...

*Hic* I'm sorry...

I'm sorry I failed you all...

I could've done something...

I should've done something....!

Silent Salt looks up in shock, he recognises that voice but looking over at the body that is slowly crumbling away, it didn't seem to move or even speak, the others didn't seem to hear it either, could it have been his imagination? Silent Salt looks at the body of the jester and then looks at the soul jam, suddenly he hears it, he sees it. There within the deepest corners of the jesters heart, it can't be...

"Fount of knowledge...?".