“Welcome back Your Highness…,”. (Major Fontana)Fontana said, his voice filled with respect. Lieutenant Colonel Selie stood tall beside him, her crisp uniform and confident demeanor a reflection of her discipline and efficiency. As my second in command, she had always been dependable, but it was her initiative and sharp mind that made her invaluable.“Selie,”.I said with a nod.“I trust everything has been handled in my absence?”.She stepped forward, falling into step beside me as we made our way to Georgina Castle.“Your Highness, I ensured that the troops stayed active during the lull. With the soldiers under my command, we eradicated every criminal faction and enemy cell within the city and its outskirts.”. (Lt. Colonel Selie)Selie’s report was precise, but her words carried a quiet pride.“The city is now completely secure. Trade routes are open, and the citizens are thriving. Georgina City isn’t just holding steady—it’s flourishing. Your troops are the reason for that.”. (Lt.
The heavy doors of Georgina Castle closed behind me as I ascended to the upper floors, the weight of the day finally settling in. The castle’s architecture, a blend of medieval grandeur and modern Aeternum design, offered a commanding view of Georgina City. I stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against my face, and gazed out over the bustling city.“(Georgina has changed. Not long ago, these streets were plagued with crime and fear. Now, even at this hour, the lights shine brightly, and the sound of laughter echoes through the air.)”The city was alive. Markets remained open, their lanterns casting warm glows over vendors and customers alike. Groups of travelers from the surrounding regions roamed the streets, marveling at the safety and vibrancy that had become synonymous with Georgina.As I observed the scene, I reflected on the strategic importance of Georgina City. It wasn’t just another victory; it was a key to the eastern region of Alemia.“(Larger than New Sun
The Northern Region of Alemia had become a bastion of order and stability under Aeternum’s relentless advance. Every step taken by the Aeternum forces under General Eliza’s leadership left a lasting mark—one of liberation and peace.Villages that once cowered under the shadow of constant raids now thrived. Markets reopened, children played in the streets, and trade routes flourished. The Aeternum forces didn’t just sweep through the land; they rebuilt it. Engineers, medics, and diplomats followed close behind the military, ensuring that each liberated territory was integrated seamlessly into the growing Aeternum domain.Enemy resistance, while sporadic, was met with calculated force. Eliza’s forces didn’t simply eliminate the threat; they dismantled the very foundations of the enemy’s control. Supply lines were cut, strongholds reduced to rubble, and leadership decapitated with precision strikes.It was no wonder that whispers of Aeternum’s inevitability began to spread. To the Alemia
“The President’s arrival always signals a shift in momentum. Whatever he has planned, it will undoubtedly be decisive.”. (Colonel Giuseppe De Gianna)Eliza leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.“I don’t know about you, Giuseppe, but I’m itching to get started. The Central Region won’t know what hit them.”. (General Eliza)Giuseppe laughed lightly.“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, General. Your energy is infectious. Though I must admit, I share your enthusiasm. The Eternal Night Division is ready to stand by your side, as always.”. (Colonel Giuseppe De Gianna)Eliza’s cheerful expression softened slightly, revealing a glimpse of her focused resolve.“Then let’s make sure everything is in place. When the President gives the word, I want the Northern Front to move like a storm.”. (General Eliza)While the Northern Front basked in the unchallenged dominance of the Aeternum Royal Air Force, the Southern Front was marked by grueling ground and naval warfare. Yet, under
Unlike the other regions, where battles and skirmishes carved paths to liberation, the Western Region of Alemia had never known the chaos of war during this conflict. This serene anomaly could be attributed to the Gust Ducal Family, led by its dignified patriarch, Duke Oliver Gust.From the very beginning of Alemia’s Civil War, Duke Oliver Gust had pledged his allegiance to Aeternum, a decision that would forever shape the fate of the Western Region. The Duke, a good statesman and a visionary leader, recognized early on the transformative potential of Aeternum governance. By aligning his house with Aeternum and swearing loyalty to its President, he not only secured the safety of his lands but also elevated his status to the Governor of Alemia.Under his leadership, the Western Region flourished. It became a shining example of what could be achieved under Aeternum’s rule—an oasis of peace, stability, and prosperity in a nation otherwise marred by war.The Western Alemia Region stood as
The city of Gust, the capital of the Western Region, radiated an aura of peace and prosperity that seemed almost otherworldly to those who had known nothing but strife. The towering walls stood strong yet inviting, adorned with the Aeternum insignia—a symbol that had come to mean safety and order to the Alemia people.As they passed through the gates, the refugees were greeted by sights and sounds that filled their hearts with hope. Cobblestone streets bustled with activity, but not the chaotic kind they had fled from. This was the lively hum of a thriving community: merchants hawking their wares, children laughing as they played, and townsfolk chatting amicably by fountains that sparkled in the midday sun.An elderly man, his face lined with the hardships of life in the war-torn northern regions, clutched his walking stick tightly as he stopped to take it all in.“Is this... really Alemia?”he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. His daughter, holding her infant child close to
“Do you hear that?”the man asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His wife tilted her head, confused.“Hear what?”“Exactly,”he said with a small smile.“No cries, no screams, no clashing of swords. Just... peace.”She leaned her head against his shoulder, her own smile forming.“Maybe this is where we can finally start again.”For the refugees, Gust City wasn’t just a city; it was a promise of what their lives could become—a life of safety, hope, and renewal under the watchful governance of Aeternum.The Gust Ducal Palace stood as a beacon of Aeternum’s prosperity within the Western Region of Alemia. Its grand architecture, a blend of Alemia’s traditional designs and Aeternum’s modern sensibilities, reflected the harmony achieved under Duke Oliver Gust’s leadership. Within its marble halls, the duke’s study served as a sanctuary for strategy and reflection.Seated within the study’s richly adorned walls, Duke Oliver Gust and General Lucas shared an air of camaraderie, their conver
Across the vast lands of Alemia Nation, Aeternum’s military leaders waited with bated breath for the President’s final command. Each commander, a cornerstone of Aeternum’s might, stood ready to execute their orders with precision and discipline.Grand General Bina and Admiral Duchess Kolarova controlled the southern front, where they had long solidified their hold over the region. General Eliza and Colonel Giuseppe De Gianna dominated the north with their air superiority and meticulous tactics. Governor Duke Oliver Gust and General Lucas ensured the western front remained both peaceful and ready for action. In the east, the President of Aeternum himself prepared for the ultimate moment to unify these forces into one decisive movement.The morning sun rose over Georgina City, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets below. I stood on the balcony of the Georgina Castle, savoring the aroma of my freshly brewed coffee. The city was alive, its people moving with purpose and contentm
At 6:45 AM, the order was given. Admiral Duchess Kolarova, commanding the Navy Fleet from the southern front, initiated the launch sequence. The missile streaked across the sky like a comet, its white trail a harbinger of devastation.From the Dragon One, I stood on the bridge, watching intently as the missile’s trajectory was displayed on the holographic screens. My officers around me held their breath, anticipation thick in the air.A few moments later, the missile hit its mark. The explosion that followed was nothing short of spectacular. The Alemia Capital City gates were obliterated, along with the surrounding walls and everything within a 100-meter radius. Dust and debris rose into the sky like a dark mushroom cloud, blotting out the early morning sun.The impact was beyond what any of us had anticipated. The "lowest-grade" missile had proven to be anything but low-grade.The news of the missile strike spread like wildfire through the Aeternum ranks. Soldiers, commanders, and of
BOOM!The object slammed into the city gates, unleashing a deafening explosion that shook the ground beneath their feet. The shockwave rippled outward, sending soldiers sprawling and shattering windows across the city. Dust and debris filled the air as the once-mighty gates crumbled into a smoking ruin.Amariss stumbled backward, his sword clattering to the ground as he stared in horror at the devastation.“What… what is this? What is happening?!”he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. In the distance, the Aeternum Navy Fleet stood poised, their warships bristling with firepower. The single missile had been a warning—a demonstration of Aeternum’s overwhelming strength and precision. And it had achieved its purpose.The soldiers of Amariss’s army, already demoralized and terrified, broke ranks almost immediately. Dropping their weapons and abandoning their positions, they fled in every direction, their panic spreading like wildfire.“Come back! COME BACK, YOU COWARDS!”Amariss sc
“The reports… the soldiers… they are abandoning their posts. Even the Prime Minister has—”“I know,”she interrupted, her voice calm but laced with resignation.“Let them go. They were never loyal to me to begin with.”Her Royal Knight Commander, Lucas Perdue, entered moments later, his face grim.“Your Majesty, the palace remains secure for now, but the city is unraveling. The people are heeding Aeternum’s call, not ours. And the army… they’ve lost the will to fight.”The Queen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.“Lucas, prepare for the inevitable. Lock down the palace. Imprison those who remain loyal to the Prime Minister and the other schemers. And… prepare for my surrender to Aeternum.”Lucas hesitated, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.“Are you certain, Your Majesty? To surrender is to admit—”“To admit that we’ve failed,”she finished for him.“Yes. Because we have failed. And the longer we cling to this throne, the more my people suffer….it is of no point to figh
Back at the frontlines, as soldiers readied themselves for the final march, they were moved by the reports circulating from command. The evidence of Alemia’s corruption and the suffering of its people only solidified their resolve. Around campfires and inside armored vehicles, soldiers shared their thoughts openly.One young soldier spoke with determination:“It’s not just about winning the war. We’re here to do something right—to fix what’s broken.”Another nodded, clenching her rifle tightly.“The President and the Vice President have never hidden anything from us. They’ve told us why we’re fighting, and that’s why I’d follow them anywhere.”Even the most hardened veterans were touched by the weight of their mission. One grizzled commander, looking out at the stars, muttered to himself,“We’re not just soldiers. We’re builders of a better future.”As the evening turned to night, a quiet anticipation spread across Aeternum and the liberated regions of Alemia. Farmers working their fi
“[To the citizens of Aeternum, know this: our soldiers, our leaders, and our government are united in our cause. We fight not for conquest, but for liberation. We fight to bring light to a land that has known darkness for far too long. And we fight because we believe in a better future for all.]”As she reached the conclusion of her address, Elijah’s voice softened slightly, carrying a note of hope.“[Let us move forward together—with courage, with resolve, and with the knowledge that we are on the side of justice. Aeternum stands as a beacon of hope, and together, we will bring peace to Alemia Nation. Thank you, and may we all stay safe in the hours ahead.]”The response to Elijah’s address was immediate and palpable. Across Aeternum, workers paused their tasks, families huddled around radios, and soldiers standing in the encampments felt a renewed sense of purpose.In one bustling Aeternum farm, a group of farmers stood together, their hands still muddy from the fields, listening in
“This is why I serve Aeternum,”he said.“Our government doesn’t hide anything from us. The President shows us the truth—the corruption, the suffering, everything. We’re not here for conquest. We’re here to fix what’s broken.”A sergeant nearby nodded.“And the Crown Prince? He deserves everything that’s coming to him. My wife is from Alemia, and she told me stories of what that man has done—taxing people into starvation while throwing lavish parties. It’s disgusting.”Another soldier, a former immigrant from Alemia, added,“It’s not just him. The entire royal family let this happen. But the fact that the President is willing to spare Queen Romella and preserve a part of Alemia’s heritage? That shows we’re not here to destroy—we’re here to rebuild.”Even the officers echoed similar sentiments. In the command tent, a group of captains discussed the decision over steaming mugs of coffee.“This is why we’re different,” one of them said.“Other nations would have razed Alemia to the groun
“What do you want to do, Your Excellency? Should we accept her surrender?”I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the decision before me.“We’ll accept it,”I said finally.“But under our terms. She will relinquish everything, including her dignity as a monarch. She’ll serve as an example of what happens when leaders fail their people. Let her live—but only just enough to remind everyone of the cost of her failures.”Elijah’s tone softened, a hint of respect in her voice.“Understood. I’ll finalize the arrangements and have her surrender publicly acknowledged at the right time. This war is finally nearing its end.”I sat back in my chair, my gaze drifting to the reports strewn across my desk. The Alemia Nation, a land plagued by incompetence and corruption, was finally crumbling. Its remnants would soon be swept away by the strength and unity of Aeternum. In the background, the low hum of Dragon One’s engines served as a steady reminder of the impending victory. The final steps were
“It’s over,”she announced, her voice echoing through the chamber.“The Alemia Royalty Faction has fallen—quietly, and without resistance.”The officers in the war room erupted into a flurry of activity, relaying the monumental news across Aeternum’s military network. But amidst the chaos, there was an undercurrent of somber resolve.“This is why Aeternum must lead,”one officer murmured to his colleague.“Their so-called queen waited until the very end to take responsibility—and only when her back was against the wall.”Another officer nodded.“At least she’s surrendering. But the damage is done. Her people have suffered for far too long. It’s time we clean up this mess.”Elijah listened to their hushed conversations; her expression unreadable. Though her demeanor was calm and composed, a storm of thoughts churned within her mind. She knew that this surrender, while significant, was only the beginning. The real work—rebuilding Alemia and bringing it under Aeternum’s banner—was yet to
In the heart of New City, the nerve center of Aeternum’s military operations—The Black House War Room—was abuzz with activity. Communication officers called out coordinates, screens lit up with battlefield updates, and every second was accounted for as the final stages of the Alemia campaign unfolded. Vice President Elijah, seated on the imposing Command Throne, presided over it all with her usual steely composure.But then, a phone rang—a call not routed through the usual secure military channels. The sudden interruption brought the entire room to a halt. All eyes turned to Elijah as she picked up the receiver.“This is Vice President Elijah,”she announced firmly.A familiar but timid voice greeted her.“Vice President Elijah… this is Queen Romella of Alemia.”The room fell into complete silence. Every officer present held their breath, straining to catch any hint of what was being said. The weight of the unexpected call hung heavily in the air.Elijah’s voice turned ice-cold, her t