The scent of scorched earth and ozone still clings to my Ghost's shell as we breach the Plaguelands' atmosphere. Funny, ain't it? Last time I danced through these rusted valleys, SIVA's crimson tendrils choked the life outta everything—now Devrim's call paints a different picture. That old tower in Trostland feels like coming home after a messy breakup, all awkward smiles and "remember whens." The Ash & Iron update? It's not just new guns or shiny power levels. It's Bungie throwing down the gauntlet: Earth needs us again, Guardian. And hell if that don't hit different in '25. 
What Is New Territories: Reclaim?
September 9th to 16th—mark it in your orbit tracker. Devrim ain't messing around this time. New Territories ain't some drawn-out seasonal grind; it's a blitz. Seven days to rip the Plaguelands back from the Conductor's cold, dead hands. That Reclaim activity? Pure poetry in motion. Like the Pale Heart's Overthrow got a gritty Earth remix. We drop into zones where SIVA's song's gone quiet, just echoes in the rust... and oh, the sweet catharsis of scrubbing that old poison clean.
Earth Reclaimed Quest: Trostland's Whisper
Devrim’s transmission hit me mid-Gambit match. "Guardian. Trostland. Now." Man’s got timing. Found him leaning against that shot-up church, looking like he’d aged a century since the Red War. His quest? Simple: one full Reclaim run. Jump into the Portal UI, hit that Earth Reclaimed banner, and let the chaos begin. Three versions—pick your poison. Solo? Fireteam? Or roll the dice with matchmaking. I chose the lone wolf path. Sometimes you gotta hear the wind howl through broken satellites alone.
Reclaim’s Rhythms & Ruins
Four zones. Four acts in this play. Each territory sings its own war hymn:
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🗝️ Chests cracking open like walnuts under a hammer
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🔫 Combatants dissolving into Light-tinged ash
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⚙️ SIVA fragments humming forgotten lullabies beneath my boots
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💎 Golden Age treasures blinking awake after centuries of sleep
Hit 1,000 points? Zone purged. Move out. Rinse, repeat. That fourth zone? Oh, it’s got personality. A big, ugly boss waiting where the Archon’s Forge once stood. Felt like putting down a rabid dog—sad, necessary. The things we do for loot, eh?
New Territories Rewards: Devrim’s Bounty
15 tiers. No silver, no fuss. Just good ol’ fashioned grind. That reward track’s got more layers than a Hive knight’s armor:
| Rank | Reward | Vibes |
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| 1 | Enhancement Core | "Here’s a cookie" |
| 5 | Romantic Death (GL) | Kabooms with feeling 💔 |
| 8 | Reroll Chip | Gambler’s best friend 🎲 |
| 10 | Folded Root (Rocket) | For when subtlety fails 🚀 |
| 15 | Simmed Down (Emblem) | Proof we reclaimed the echoes |
Strange Coins? Prisms? They’re nice. But that T3 Holofoils arsenal? Chef’s kiss 👌. Folded Root’s got kick like a startled Cabal, and Romantic Death... well, let’s just say it turns Thrall into confetti. That final emblem? Wearing it feels like pressing a flower into a history book—beautiful, bittersweet.
So here I stand, ash on my boots and Plaguelands breathing free again. Seven days ain’t much in the grand scheme. But sometimes? A week’s all it takes to remind a Guardian what we’re fighting for. Earth’s worth it. Always was.