Fortnite wilds

Black screen. A soft ticking sound echoes… faster… louder… NARRATOR (V.O.): “Time doesn’t bend. It breaks.” Sudden flash. We see fragments of the island falling into a glowing chasm—revealing dense jungle vines, crumbling temples, and ancient machines humming to life. Through the mist, a figure steps forward—her cloak shimmering with runes, eyes glowing faintly. ERA (softly): “They thought the jungle was buried… but it was waiting.” She raises a broken timepiece. It pulses with Zero Point energy. Around her, images flicker—futures that never happened, pasts that never ended. Raptors roar in the distance. Mud splashes as warriors dash through the underbrush. Wildwasps swarm. The jungle breathes. ERA (firmly): “The Loop has cracked. Time is leaking through. And I intend to seal it.” She vanishes in a flash of blue light—leaving only the sound of a ticking clock behind. TITLE CARD: FORTNITE: WILDS — ERA HAS RETURNED OPTIMUS PRIME (V.O., solemn): “Across galaxies, I have seen empires fall… but never have I faced a world this lost.” A flaming wreck of a Cybertronian pod lies smoldering in the mud behind him. He scans the overgrown terrain—relics of a civilization untouched by time. He kneels, touching the soil—analyzing. A faint shimmer of Zero Point energy flickers in his optics. OPTIMUS PRIME: “The energy here… it defies logic. Time folds. Futures collapse. Chaos reigns.” Suddenly, a beast—a mutated raptor—leaps from the brush. Prime dodges effortlessly, grabs it mid-air, and hurls it aside. A figure appears behind him—Era, silent and watching. ERA: “You’re not from this world.” OPTIMUS PRIME (without turning): “No. But I will protect it, all the same.” He transforms with a thunderous roar—engines igniting, tires spinning in the mud. He charges forward through the jungle, toward the heart of the storm.