Carnie Candy Arnold stood in the dusty tent, stirring a copper pot of melted sugar. Steam rose and coated his gray skin. He wanted to build the Toothsome Chantry into the Nether-Realm's most powerful confection cult, and every batch brought him closer to that dream. His red boots scraped against the wooden floor as he moved to his workbench. Glass tubes twisted up from metal burners, their surfaces made from ghost hard candy that caught the firelight. This was his new alchemist's equipment, designed to create poison caramel apples that would prove his power. The copper pot hissed as he poured the molten sugar into a waiting mold. Outside the tent, footsteps shuffled past in the carnival dust. Carnie needed followers, believers who would spread word of the Toothsome Chantry. His equipment gleamed in the shadows, ready for the demonstration he'd planned for tomorrow. He would set up his platform in the town square and show them what confection magic could do. The candy would speak for itself. People would taste his work and understand. His wide grin stretched across his gray face as he lifted a finished caramel apple from the rack. The glossy red coating reflected his bulging eyes. This was how it would begin. Morning came with gray light through the tent flaps. Carnie loaded his ghost candy equipment onto a cart he'd found outside. The decrepit stall cart creaked under the weight. A haggard donkey stood hitched to the front, its bloodshot eyes watching him work. The animal would pull his equipment through town. Carnie checked the cart's supplies and found jars of rare ingredients packed in straw. Shadow root. Nightmare essence. Bitter moonflower. Perfect additions for his confections. He grabbed the donkey's lead and started walking. The town square waited. His demonstration would show them real power. By sunset, the Toothsome Chantry would have its first believers. The square filled with onlookers as Carnie set up his platform. He arranged his poison caramel apples in a careful row. The ghost candy glassware caught the afternoon light. Flames danced under copper pots as he worked. A small crowd gathered, drawn by the sweet smoke. Carnie held up an apple and bit into it. His teeth crunched through the coating. The taste burned and thrilled. Three watchers stepped forward and reached for samples. They ate. Their faces changed. They understood. Carnie's grin widened. But this was just the start. The Toothsome Chantry needed more than believers. It needed a home. Somewhere in this twisted realm stood an abandoned chapel, waiting to become the Ghastly Chapel of Cavity. That would be his next step. His cult would rise there, powerful and feared.