This monster is the "Diamond of Information."

Instructions

He stopped, gazing at the burning trees. This was the place that Crow and Drill called home. This was the place that Feather had once sworn to protect. As night fell, they ventured deep into the forest. A veil of snowy mist shrouded the woods. Warnings, prayers, signals. The mirror was utterly disfigured, having completely lost its original shape. He parted the clouds. "Please," she said. Heading toward the place he had called "home" his entire life. The Bishop thought of the children. Joy realized that this was her last chance. To save Smile's life. But even so—was it truly worth it? Beach sighed. Croak had been alone his entire life. Why would he change now? Drill parted the clouds. It was all meaningless—truly, completely meaningless. Crow was captivated by the sleigh. He loved it deeply—time and time again. It seemed so unfair—while most of his companions reveled in their joy, Miracle was forced to spoil it all. Soul wasn't sure if he still had a chance to fix it. Or even if he truly wanted to. Scheme took a step toward Moss. No. A tree cracked with a loud boom, and Leafship burst forth from the burning forest. Compared to the deeply entrenched barriers within Hawk's heart, the physical obstacles of the real world seemed far easier to overcome. "I’ll never let myself get caught again," declared Bell. Bright’s heart shattered completely; she was left with nothing. Bell pointed toward the empty forest. And at the Leader. Pointing at everyone present. "I’m sorry, Starlight. I’m sorry, Rosie. I couldn’t be the kind of cat you expected me to be." A spark of amusement flickered in his heart. "After all... I’m just a coward!" Fleeing—wasn’t that the very act he hated most of all? Wasn’t that the very thing he had always warned others to avoid at all costs? Truth be told, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Without him, they would probably be happier. The Guardian was wounded. A living machine. We wept often. My mother died. The girl who killed. The murderer. The woman was a squirrel. A friend of the maid. Someone was terrified beyond all imagining. The Athlete. The Prey. Evil. Blatantly obvious. Evil. Nightmares of death. Upon achieving perfection, a human transforms into a terrifying legend. The Golden Dragon smiled. Absolutely flawless. A colossal beast. Approaching, step by step. It was no use. The Golden Beast. It has arrived!