The perpetual snow of the Giant Icing Ridge howls against the basalt stones of the Black Citadel. At the foot of the Great Chocolate Wall, a thin line of chocolate birch trees sways as the wind carries the distant howl of licorice sea beasts.

Caramel Sugar Cookie, the Second Watcher, stands at the western parapet, bow resting at his shoulder.

“Ancestor spirits, lend me strength. The Licorice Sea stirs, yet the Wall shall not falter...”