The Spice Ridge howled, the relentless spice storm swirling like a hungry beast, threatening to swallow everything whole. Amidst the chaos, a towering, Saffron Buffalo Cookie gazed at the shapes of his soldiers.

He slammed his saffron flower staff into the searing sand. "Fools! You cower before a mere zephyr?" His voice tore through the storm. "This is but a taste of the glory that awaits us! Golden Cheese Cookie's Soul Jam is ours! Burning Spice Cookie demands it, and we shall deliver!"

His eyes scanned his ranks. "Move! The weaker Cookies will be swallowed by the Spice Ridge, their dust adding to legend!"