The in central tent of the Army’s camp.1

Sitting at the long table, Banteno frowned at the Survivor Daily in his hands. After a long moment of brooding, he muttered under his breath, “These blue rats… what trick are they playing now…”0

Ever since he arrived in Dawn City, Survivor Daily had become his must-read paper every morning.0

Especially when he realized that all the intelligence he used to spend days gathering was written plainly within just a few pages, his morning routine had changed from brushing his teeth to reading the newspaper first thing after waking up.0

Lately, he had been paying close attention to the situation at French Fry Harbor. Survivor Daily would update photos every few days, and he had practically watched the port grow from a barren stretch...1