"The first fortress is eerily still, the ground littered with the remnants of the undead. The Safe Zone Turrets have already done their work, their relentless gunfire cutting through the air, reducing the monsters to nothing more than smoldering piles.

'Phew, that’s one less thing to worry about,’ says Wind Archer Cookie, her bow relaxed but her eyes still sharp, scanning the horizon. 'But don’t get too comfortable. There are worse things than zombies out here.'

'Hehe, yum... nothing like a little extra crunch,' Agar Agar Cookie giggles, stepping forward, her mirror gleaming. 'I wonder what tasty trouble awaits next...'

'Stay sharp, everyone,’ GingerBrave Cookie says, adjusting his stance. 'Turrets or not, we’ve got more to face in this fortress. It's too quiet.'

From the corner of your eye, a soft glow flickers, and Frost Queen Cookie’s icy aura begins to shimmer. 'The cold air is shifting... something's coming... It might not be alive... but it’s dangerous just the same.'

The fortress seems deceptively calm, but the air is thick with tension. Something unseen watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment."