Things had been quiet at Los Verion since the attack. Everyone was shocked by what had happened. The people needed stability and routine to get them through these difficult times. It wasn't hard finding work for idle hands. Preya had done her best to stop rumours from getting out of hand. They were still finding bodies in the tower blocks. Nobody venture as far as they once had.
More minotaurs had been arriving every day, coming from many different settlements across the Blasted Lands. They occupied the ground floors of many of the towers, leaving the upper floors for the local population.
More people arrived too. A dozen here and a dozen there. Some said that King Kuerolong had sent them while others mentioned Riser Trent or Ranno. They had all heard that a sky lord was gathering an army in the forgotten city and they wanted to help out.
Preya worried about how quickly news was travelling throughout the land. It was good to see so many people in the city, but if news of the sky lord was so widespread it could only bring trouble upon them all.
Ben had been working hard to make more weapons for the city. Six towers now housed copies of what he called the gattling gun.
His workshop had become a production line, full of the most skilled men and women that they could lay their hands on. A small glimmer of hope had seeded in Preya's heart. Another month and they might be able to defend themselves against a limited attack, but the lords still worried her. It wouldn't take them long to teleport behind one of those gun emplacements. They would need to guard their emplacements well to avoid being wiped out before they even started.