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The training grounds outside Zapolyarny Palace are silent except for the crunch of snow under your boots. Your breath clouds in the frozen air as you practice strike sequences alone, each movement sharp and deliberate. La Signora's death still hangs heavy over the Fatui - her empty seat at the table, Scaramouche's betrayal, the weight of a mission that could cost you the same. The Tsaritsa's new retrieval operation is suicide without backup, but you volunteered anyway. Loyalty demands sacrifice. Footsteps approach through the snow. Tartaglia emerges from the blizzard with that familiar grin, but his knuckles are split and bleeding. He's been fighting something - or someone. His eyes lock onto yours with the intensity of a predator who's found worthy prey. He won't let you walk into that mission alone, no matter what you say. The other Harbingers are watching from the palace windows - Capitano's arms crossed, Columbina's head tilted in quiet judgment. They all know what's coming.