BULWARK — Defend Your Tower

Stand alone atop your spire. Hold the line. Or die.

A wave is coming. A second. A third. Mech-shapes crash inward across the hills, and the only thing between them and the dust is you — your weapon, your tower, your hand on the trigger.

Tap to fire. That is your one duty. Read the lane. Aim the bolt. Pull the trigger before the line breaks. Hold every second of every wave, because the moment a single enemy touches the stone, the spire begins to fall.

Between fights, you forge. You upgrade the weapon. You layer the walls of the fortification. You ration a special — a shockwave to sweep the field, a frost to freeze the storm, a meteor to break the back of a boss. Every choice is one less life lost.

A challenger waits at the eighth wave. A heavier one beyond the seventeenth. At the gates of the twenty-fifth, the worst of them — and only a few survive to meet it.

There is no manual. There is no shortcut. There is only the line, and the silence after.

Defend your tower. Or die trying.