“You want to speak with the president?”.Lieutenant Colonel Selie spoke with a quizzical tone in her voice, although the town had been liberated and his mission are basically completed, Captain Lionel felt the need to give the full extent of his reports on how he was able to liberate the town. After all the town surrendered to him before he was able to even fire a single shot from his firearms. This situation is rather odd, and he need the president to know everything about it, just so that he can take actions to deal with anything that might come up afterwards. So, the phone call turned into a brief awkward silence for a little bit, as the Lieutenant Colonel on the other side were thinking about his request.“Well… since you had performed well…. I will reward you with a direct line to the president himself…”.“I… Thank you, madam…”.Lionel was very appreciative about his Lieutenant Colonel giving him permission to speak with the president.“Don’t worry about it… in fact, you aren’t
"Commander Bravo reports success in the town of Greenwill. Hostile resistance neutralized. The population is secure and stabilized.""Detachment Echo has liberated the village of Windcliff. No casualties, local leaders have pledged loyalty to Aeternum governance."Each report filled me with pride. These were not just military victories but also symbolic steps toward a better future for Alemia. As I gazed out of the vehicle window, watching the endless column of soldiers, vehicles, and supplies move steadily forward, I reflected on the strategy.There was no need to rush. Our overwhelming superiority meant that time was on our side. The final battle would come soon enough. For now, every slow step forward was an opportunity to stabilize and rebuild, ensuring that no shadow of rebellion could remain."Let others see this not just as a march to war but as a march of progress. Each town secured, each village stabilized is another foundation stone for the future of Alemia under Aeternum’s
"When this war ends, Alemia will rise again, stronger and united under Aeternum. And this march—this slow, deliberate march—is the first step toward that brighter future."With that thought, I turned back toward the command post, ready to oversee the next phase of our campaign.Our troops pressed forward with relentless efficiency, their pace never faltering despite the numerous side missions I tasked to the detachment units. Each liberated settlement followed the same protocol: Capture of Lords: Every noble or lord who held sway over the settlement was immediately captured and sent to Georgina City for judgment. These lords, guilty of oppressing their people, represented the old regime—a relic that had no place in the new Alemia under Aeternum rule. Establishing Order: The local guards were disbanded, their weapons confiscated, and a new administration was set up. Four of my trusted soldiers were stationed in each settlement to oversee governance, ensuring law, order, and security we
With that thought, I turned my focus back to the map, ready to guide my army toward the final battle. On the third day of our march, we finally reached the designated halting point in the Eastern Region. Here, our army was to temporarily stop and wait for the other fronts to arrive at their own respective rendezvous points.Among the five regions, my Eastern troops were the second to reach their location. The Western Troops, led by General Lucas and Governor Duke Oliver Gust, had been the first to arrive, thanks to their unopposed journey. As my men began constructing the temporary forward operating base (FOB), a mix of activity unfolded. Engineers worked quickly to establish defensive perimeters, while soldiers erected tents and prepared their rations. Rest rotations were enforced so the troops could rejuvenate themselves for the final phase of the campaign."We’re nearing the end. Every effort now is one step closer to liberating the entire Alemia Nation. Let the troops rest; soon,
“The Maidens will lead the mission. Their unmatched skills, combined with the support of the Special Forces under Captain Lionel, will ensure success. This is a surgical operation—precision and stealth are paramount.”Lionel chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair.“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. Watching the Maidens in action is a rare privilege, and I’d be lying if I said my team wasn’t looking forward to it.”Selie smirked.“Captain, try not to get too distracted. We still need you to keep up.”Lionel held up his hands in mock surrender.“Noted, Colonel. I’ll make sure my team stays focused.”I stood from my chair, signaling the seriousness of the mission.“Selie, you and the Maidens will infiltrate the capital. Your objectives are threefold: map the city’s fortifications, gather intelligence on troop deployments, and locate key targets for our final assault. Captain Lionel, your team will support from a distance—ensuring extraction points are secure and ready for the operatio
“You know, it’s said that the Maidens could topple an entire city if they wanted. I mean, we’re special forces, but compared to them…”He trailed off, shaking his head. Lionel smirked, glancing back at the young sergeant.“Compared to them? We’re kids playing soldier, Miles. But remember this: tonight, we’re part of something bigger. So, keep your head in the game.”After an hour of steady driving, the convoy finally came to a halt roughly one kilometer east of Alemia Capital City. The soldiers disembarked quietly, their boots crunching softly against the dirt. The chilly night air bit at their skin, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down their spines—it was the sight before them.In the faint moonlight, Alemia Capital City loomed in the distance like a wounded giant. Its once-mighty walls were battered and crumbling, scars of relentless conflict etched into its stone.Surrounding the city, like a cancerous growth, were countless makeshift camps—hundreds of thousands of tents s
“Count Dracul,”she began, her voice firm and unwavering,“I trust you’ve gathered the intelligence we requested. I need a full assessment of the current situation in the capital—numbers, key locations, morale, everything.”Count Dracul inclined his head and moved to his desk, retrieving a thick file of documents.“Of course, Lt. Colonel. I anticipated your arrival and prepared these reports. They contain detailed accounts of the enemy’s troop movements, the state of the Queen’s court, and the overall morale of the capital’s populace.”He handed the file to Selie with both hands, his gaze flickering nervously as she began flipping through the pages with meticulous precision. The room fell silent save for the sound of rustling paper. Dracul, despite his composed exterior, felt a bead of sweat trail down his temple. Selie’s reputation for strictness was well-known, and he could only hope his work met her exacting standards.Selie’s sharp eyes scanned the documents, her brow furrowing sl
“The Crown Prince’s forces are as undisciplined and chaotic as this file suggests?”Count Dracul, standing stiffly at attention, nodded firmly.“Yes, Lt. Colonel. They are barely a shadow of what they once were. Their troops are underfed, underpaid, and completely demoralized. The noble’s squabble among themselves, and neither the Crown Prince nor the Queen has the wit or leadership to unite them.”Selie raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with an expression that was equal parts disbelief and disdain.“So, they’re little more than children playing at war,” she muttered under her breath, her sharp tone betraying her disappointment. “It’s almost laughable. If this is what they call leadership, it’s a wonder they lasted this long.”For the next few minutes, Selie cross-referenced every point in the dossier with Count Dracul. Every troop position, every supply depot, and every weakness listed was corroborated. Dracul’s responses were quick and precise, each answer adding weight t
At precisely 10 AM, just as the dust from the explosions had barely begun to settle, a deep echoing voice rang across the battlefield.“To the soldiers and citizens of Alemia!”It was him.The President of Aeternum.His voice carried through the winds, reverberating through the ruined streets, projected through Aeternum’s massive military speakers for all to hear.“Your war is over. Lay down your arms. Submit to the governance of Aeternum, and you will be spared.”His words hung in the air like a final judgment.And then, like a descending storm, the Aeternum Army finally began to move.It was a terrifyingly unified march.Thousands upon thousands of troops moved in perfect synchronicity, their steel boots pounding against the earth like a drum of war. Tanks rolled forward, massive military vehicles flanking the advancing battalions, gunships and airships circling the skies like mechanical reapers.At that moment, the people of Alemia saw it—the unstoppable tide of Aeternum’s might de
“Then let’s make history. Order the Navy Fleet 01 to launch three additional Type-1 Missiles. Targets: The East, North, and West gates of the capital.”The entire command bridge fell into stunned silence.Every officer, every technician, every strategist momentarily froze. Their eyes flickered with a mix of shock and anxiety as they processed my command. Even the seasoned veterans among them seemed momentarily taken aback.It was one thing to deploy a single missile.But three at once?That wasn’t just warfare—it was an annihilation order.Bina, Lucas, and Eliza, who had been following the situation via video conference, immediately reacted. Their holographic images flickered on the massive display before me, each one expressing their own unique emotions.Bina, ever the stoic and composed tactician, furrowed her brows, tapping her fingers against the table.“Mr. President… I assume you understand the full implications of this move?”I met her gaze without hesitation.“I do. This is th
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