Devrim was surrounded as soon as he arrived in Neu Turbach. Villagers patted him on the arms, children tugged at his fatigues, and homemade treats were stuffed into his pockets. Each one thanked him in their own way. Eventually the village leader, Joacham, led him to a small homestead. A spread of tea and sweet pastries were laid out. Devrim was honored—tea and sugar were rare commodities this far from the City. "We expect another offensive in the coming weeks," Devrim advised. "We suggest you start preparing immediately." Joacham grinned. "We have been preparing ever since the last attack. We now have trip wires, barricades, and even an auto turret!" Devrim's chest swelled with pride. It was not long ago that he'd taught these same villagers to defend themselves against Shadow Legion captors. At the time, he'd wondered whether they would last the winter. Now, they were stronger than ever. "Would you like to see the upgrades?" Joacham offered. Devrim beamed. "Nothing would make me happier."