As the Captain of the 2nd Caravel ship, Major Fontana shouted his order, all the Wizard Division Soldier that were dressed valiantly, in White and Blue Aeternum Military Combat uniform, stood tall on their spots that were on the top most deck, and all of them were casting a Tier 1 Magic spell of Wind elemental call ‘Breeze Blast’. it was a magic attacks that produced a strong wind blast on a single direction, capable of blowing off anything in it’s path. Everyone that watched the broadcast, were expecting that the Caravel Sails and mast would be blown off, by the many Wizards casting the same spell in one single direction, but instead they were all shocked to see that the mast and the sail of the ship were able to withstand the stress.“Amazing…all of the Aeternum Wizards were not only strong…but all of them had a delicate control of their mana and strength!….they produced a strong wind to propelled the entire ship forward but also maintaining the spell constantly!….such amazing talen
While the rest of the world were on the edge of their seat, witnessing the harrowing event’s of Aeternum fleets were being under a full scale attacks from the now not so hidden Baron Sunders army. For those that were on the 3rd and 4th ships, the situation for Aeternum essentials were not as dire as anyone would’ve thought. It might looked that way from a afar, but from up close, the reality is very much different. All the Aeternum sailors, and soldiers that were on board the ship has never fired their weapons at all, but instead they were fighting using, swords and other melee weapons.“What is the current situation. Alfred?..”.“Everything is moving according to plane, My Lord…the Baron army were enthusiast about their attacks…and still did not suspected anything at all…As for the ‘Crew’…..hmmm…on the 4th ships it seems like all of them were already killed…on our ship….well….….now there is none….How are you holding on, My Lord….holding onto a ship with a single rope….seems ha
Major General Lucas has just jumps from his ships onto mine, and right now were very much in a relaxed manner, leaning on the railing that were beside me, as I am still unmoving, whilst holding the rope with just one hand. Actually from the start until now, this skirmish has been easy for all of us, all of the Aeternum sailors and soldiers that were brought into this operation has partly knowledge about the mission. Naturally the designated casualty is an information that none of them knows about unless for 6 leaders on this place, none of those that were on Aeternum side knows that the designated casualty were actually a prisoners that were destined to be sacrificed here.And thus the soldiers and sailors angers and distraught emotions as they saw the dead bodies, of what they thought the innocent Aeternum civilian crew were true. That is why they all were more fired up than the usual, but as they all were just a soldier that were following order, they did not act rashly but instead
In movies and also in history there would be always a scene that would touched the viewers heart heavily. And I am intended to create that kind of scene right now, so rather than just plainly holding on to the rope of the ships and make it like I am just holding the 2 ship together, it would be seemingly feels quite mundane, so why not spiced it up a little and also made it a solid and visible reason as to me being injured and pulled back from the society and the public eyes, which then generates more attentions and rage from the people towards the Alemia Nation. I will make my self looked more bloody and inspiring to anyone that would feat their eyes on me. For these I turned towards the close person that is beside me right now, and that is Agent Marikso.“By the way…Agent Marisko…how good are on handling a bow and arrow?…”.“Hmm?…quite well…I am an Half-Elf…using bow and arrow is ingrained in my being…Why did you asked, Your Highness?…”.(Agent Marisko)Agent Marikso turned towards m
In the midst of the ship is constantly being under attacks with the Baron Sunders soldier keeps getting onto the ship and secretly being killed by Aeternum soldiers one by one without the enemy even realizing that they were on the losing side, but since the battle still continues at the same degree of intensity as it was from the start, no one really knows other that the Aeternum soldiers that these battle is quite mundane and easy. Meanwhile on the top most deck of the ship, Agent Marisko and Alfred Monticello is now faced with a very hard question in their life. Which who would be the one that will be injuring me. At these point they both know that I wont be backing down from the idea of me being battered and injured on the screen.“Look, both of you…this is has to be done..Look around you…our soldiers will be on the defensive the entire time, and will not budged from their spots as they were ordered to….The enemy is still pouring in on us….our soldier has been under pressure for qu
After his swift warning and a little bit grumble that he would be definitely having from the rest of the royal family, as I were going to be hurt. Alfred did not waste a moment, with his own, rapier, he stabbed and cut me at all the right places and at the places where he said that he would be stabbing me at. His moves were so fast, that other than me, no one would be able to see it at all. Nevertheless he does what I asked him for, and just like what he said, it is stung a little bit, and then finally I felt like the wound starts to feel a little bit numb, but the blood were started to spill like normal.“Hmm?…did you just put a numbing agent on your strike?…”.“I do, My Lord…my Rapier here produced a ‘Paralyzed’ status effects on whatever it’s strike…beside, on the degree of an injury that I dealt on to you….that wounds being paralyzed would be more helpful as it still gives you an optimal movement without any issues…”.(Alfred Monticello)Alfred replied to me as he pulled out a hand
On the 2nd Ship, Major Fontana were still under full command of the entire ship, this ship doesn’t have the Prisoners on it, and only normal Navy Sailors and also some guest that is the Reporters and Journalist that were on board to made their reports on the entire voyage, never that they know that they would be involved in the first public naval battle on the river of Alemia Nation. Still on this particular ship no one has been injured at all, all the Sailors and Soldiers were all on the deck of the ships ready for battle, all the non-combatant personnel were placed inside the ship. Also, since the ship were filled with story chasing and hungry reporters, all of these reporters were all glued to the windows and opened door to captured everything that they saw.Reporter Vince John and his crew were given a preferential treatment, as they were an Aeternum owned broadcast crew. So instead of being inside the first floor cabin deck, he and his crew were placed on the Top most deck of the
“Oh my god…the president is hurt?…large causalities?!….this is major…we need to get these on camera…and I need to say something about it..so that the people understand just how awful this is……Bobby!…wait, Bobby?….”.(Reporter Vincent John )At these moment, the entire battlefield were still in the thickness of chaos, shouts of wailing death and pains echoes, then followed by a war cry of soldiers that were fighting for their lives reverberated through the air. If one were not used to such chaotic scene, one can easily lose themselves in these chaotic and gruesome war. Reporter Vincent John has gained a new news piece that he wanted to say in front of the camera to show it to the people. But as he turned back to see his trusted comrade Bobby, he is greeted with bobby odd behaviour“I can’t find it!….I only saw the 3rd ship!…I can see more of the 3rd ship!…Oh no…no..no..no..no…NO!….oh my god!!….”.(Bobby The Cameraman)Booby at first were frustrated as he wanted so much to find the 4th sh
At the city square, a young boy tugged on his mother’s sleeve, pointing to the horizon.“Mama, is it true? Are they here to save us?”The mother, her eyes brimming with tears, nodded.“Yes, my child. Aeternum is here. We are saved.”As the Aeternum Army drew closer, their banners unfurled, and the symbol of Aeternum—a golden tree encircled by a shining sun—fluttered proudly in the wind. The soldiers marched in unison, their disciplined movements a stark contrast to the chaos that had gripped the city for so long.In the midst of the approaching forces, the Dragon One Airship hovered like a mighty eagle surveying its prey. Onboard, Mies Sai stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the Alemia Capital City.“This is it,”he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that no one else could fully understand. Beside him, Lt. Colonel Selie and T.A.S. stood ready, their expressions mirroring his determination.“Mr. President,”Selie said, her voice firm but reverent,“Your orders?”Mies Sai glanced
“T.A.S.,”Mies Sai said, his tone shifting to one of command,“Open the communication line to the admiral.”Within seconds, the image of Admiral Duchess Kolarova appeared on the screen. Dressed in her pristine navy uniform, her sharp features exuded authority and confidence.“Admiral,”Mies Sai began,“I want your fleet to break away from the southern troops and position yourselves for long-range artillery bombardment. Your fleet’s firepower is unmatched, and I want the enemy to understand the futility of their resistance.”Kolarova saluted crisply.“Understood, Mr. President. The fleet will move into position immediately.”“Additionally,”Mies Sai continued,“Prepare to launch one small missile during the bombardment. It’s not about destruction—it’s about sending a message. Let the enemy see what they’re up against.”A sly smile crossed Kolarova’s lips.“Consider it done, sir. The missile will remind them why Aeternum is a force to be reckoned with.”The Aeternum Royal Navy, with its
“Mama, will the President make our whole country like Brighthelm?”The mother smiled, tears glistening in her eyes.“Yes, my child. He will. And no one will ever hurt us again.”An older man, a former soldier of Alemia’s army, clenched his fists.“This is what we’ve been waiting for. Aeternum doesn’t just bring soldiers—they bring hope. Let them march. Let them finish this.”For the Aeternum soldiers, the atmosphere was one of steely determination. The order had come down from the President himself: March forward. No more stops. No more delays. The war ends now.In the Eastern front, soldiers moved in unison, their steps a rhythmic cadence that mirrored their collective resolve. Vehicles rolled steadily forward, their engines humming a low, determined growl. Tanks, Humvees, and armored carriers trailed the long columns of soldiers, while helicopters hovered overhead, their shadows dancing on the ground.Inside one of the vehicles, a young recruit turned to his comrade.“Do you think w
“Madam Vice President, all personnel have boarded. The airships are ready for departure.”Elijah turned to him, her expression one of quiet determination.“Good. Ensure they have a secure flight. The success of this mission doesn’t just depend on the battlefield—it hinges on our ability to stabilize Alemia the moment it falls.”As the airships began to lift off, Elijah clasped her hands behind her back, watching the fleet ascend into the sky. She allowed herself a brief moment of satisfaction. Aeternum’s reach was about to extend further than ever before.In a private moment, Elijah returned to the War Room and gazed at the holographic map of Alemia Nation. The Central Region, highlighted in red, was slowly being surrounded by the advancing Aeternum forces.T.A.S, the President’s sentient AI, chimed in through the room’s speakers.“Madam Vice President, all preparations are proceeding according to plan. Victory is statistically inevitable.”Elijah smirked.“It’s not just about victory
The café, with its elegant glass windows and flourishing ivy, was abuzz with its usual morning crowd. However, one table in the corner stood out. Crown Princess Angela, seated with her usual poise, sipped her chamomile tea as she addressed the gathering of foreign dignitaries.Around her sat Countess Hessina Redwall of the Setting Sun Kingdom, a cunning diplomat who rarely minced words, Princess Yuneda Crystal of the Giant Lake Crystal Duchy, known for her charm and pragmatism, and Princess Nelly Nirewin of the Kingdom of Nirewin, a fiery orator with a sharp tongue. Despite their differences in personality and origin, all shared one thing in common: their countries' fates were intertwined with Aeternum’s ambitions.Angela placed her teacup gently on the saucer and let her steely gaze sweep across the table.“Ladies, let us dispense with pretenses,”she began, her voice firm but elegant.“Today marks the beginning of a new era—not just for Aeternum, but for the entire Central Continent
In bustling city squares, people gathered around public radios and large screens broadcasting the speech. Patriotic songs erupted spontaneously, as street performers played instruments, and the crowds joined in singing with fervor. The sight of Aeternum’s blue-and-gold banners fluttering in the wind became a symbol of hope and unity.For Alemia immigrants like Dario, a young carpenter who fled his homeland years ago, the news hit like a thunderbolt. Dario’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the workbench he was leaning on.“They’re going to free it,”he whispered, disbelief coloring his voice. His coworker, an Aeternum citizen, clapped him on the back and said with a wide grin,“Not ‘they.’ We are going to free it.”Dario smiled for the first time in years, tears glistening in his eyes.“Yes. We are.”For the millions of Alemia refugees living in Aeternum, this was a moment of vindication. They had fled their homeland in search of safety, many of them leaving loved ones behind.
“Good afternoon, citizens of Aeternum, people of Alemia, and brave soldiers of our army.Today, we stand at the cusp of history. Today, we march towards the final chapter of a war that should never have been necessary but became inevitable due to the greed, corruption, and incompetence of Alemia’s rulers.For too long, the so-called leadership of Alemia Nation has plagued this continent with its tyranny. Their greed led them to exploit our kindness, pillage our ships, and harm our people. For months, they ransacked our trade routes and embezzled millions of gold coins from our donations meant to help their suffering people. They took what was given freely and returned betrayal.But this war is not only about Aeternum’s justice. It is about liberating a land that has been drowning in oppression for decades. Alemia’s nobles and leaders have ruled with fear, corruption, and cruelty, subjecting their people to a life of suffering, where crime and evil fester unchecked. Their governance ha
“Enough,”I said, my tone firm but calm.“I understand your frustrations, but we must remain focused. This isn’t about them—it’s about us and the legacy we’re building.”Bina and Lucas nodded, though their anger was still palpable. Eliza wiped a tear of laughter from her eye, her grin fading as she straightened up.“We’ll use this situation to our advantage,”I continued.“Their incompetence is our opportunity. At 1:00 PM, we’ll begin the march towards the Central Region. Every front will advance simultaneously, stopping just 2 kilometers from Alemia Capital City.”The generals listened intently as I outlined the next steps.“When we reach that point,”I said, my voice carrying the weight of the moment,“I will address the nation through a live broadcast on Aeternum Media. The people need to see our resolve, our strength, and our commitment to ending this war. This isn’t just about conquering Alemia—it’s about uniting this land under the banner of peace, stability, and progress.”Bina
“You’re telling me this is the actual state of their forces?”Selie nodded, her expression unwavering.“Yes, sir. I confirmed all the information personally during the mission, and cross-referenced it with Count Dracul’s intelligence. The data is accurate.”The absurdity of the report was almost too much to process. According to the findings, the Crown Prince Amaris and Queen Romella’s forces were in complete disarray. Each side could barely muster 10,000 combat-ready soldiers, and those were in poor condition. Their leadership was non-existent, their strategies laughable, and their morale utterly shattered.“It’s like they’re begging to lose,”I said incredulously, setting the report down.“How did they even make it this far?”“They haven’t, sir,”Selie replied with a faint smirk.“They’re just floundering, hoping to outlast one another. Both sides are puppets, controlled by the nobles and vassals around them who are more interested in their own power plays than the war itself.”I le