“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
“Summarize the troop positions and supply lines,”Selie instructed Maiden Aria, who was already pouring over a detailed map of the city.“Yes, ma’am,”Aria replied, her voice calm and professional. Meanwhile, Maiden Liana compiled a list of key figures within the enemy forces, cross-referencing them with the profiles provided by Count Dracul.“Do we need to wake the President?”Victoria asked as she filed her portion of the report. Selie shook her head.“No. The situation doesn’t warrant it. This is less of a war and more of a clean-up operation. The enemy forces are barely worth the effort. We’ll brief him in the morning.”The Maidens nodded in agreement, their movements efficient and precise as they continued organizing the information. Selie couldn’t help but feel a mix of satisfaction and disappointment as she reviewed the compiled intelligence. The state of the Crown Prince Amaris and Queen Romella’s forces was abysmal.“The Crown Prince’s forces are exhausted, demoralized, and p
“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
“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
“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
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.
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
“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 rolling plains of Alemia Region had once been battle-scarred and ruined by civil war. The lands, once soaked in despair and ruled by corrupt nobles, now thrived under Aeternum’s governance. The change was nothing short of miraculous.And at the center of this transformation was Project Haven—Aeternum’s most ambitious infrastructure project yet.Stretching over hundreds of kilometers, Project Haven was designed to house, rehabilitate, and integrate the 500,000 refugees who had fled from the oppressive grasp of the Battle Star Empire.What was once empty land was now a vast construction site, bustling with workers, engineers, and military personnel overseeing the rapid urban expansion. Tower cranes reached toward the sky, steel beams framed new residential buildings, and hundreds of machines worked tirelessly to create a city unlike any other in the world.This was Project Haven—Aeternum’s gift to those seeking a second chance.Among the many refugees was Mara Elise, a former citize
"Project Haven is now in full swing," she announced, satisfaction evident in her tone. "As planned, my Ministry has allocated seventy percent of the project to public bidding."That immediately caught my attention. "Good move. We need to expand the private sector’s capabilities in large-scale infrastructure development."Andrea leaned back in her chair. "The response has been overwhelming. Many companies are eager to participate, and some are even willing to work for lower profits just to secure a spot in the project."I grinned. "Competition breeds excellence. That means we’ll get high-quality results at a faster pace."Elijah nodded in agreement. "We’re not just building infrastructure—we’re fostering economic growth."Andrea smirked. "Exactly. Project Haven isn’t just about housing the refugees—it’s about creating jobs, expanding industries, and ensuring that Aeternum’s economy flourishes."With half a million refugees now inside Aeternum, the next challenge was integration.Elijah
“How… how does this place exist?” she asked hesitantly.The woman smiled kindly, but there was a hint of amusement in her golden eyes. “This is Aeternum,” she said. “And if you think this is impressive… just wait until you see the capital.”Marie and Madeline found themselves in a crowded plaza, where refugees were being processed for temporary housing and work permits. A man—a former Empire soldier—stood beside them, his arms crossed and eyes dark with unease.He had expected harsh treatment, possibly execution. Instead, a polite officer handed him a form and simply said, “You’ll be assigned to manual labor duty in the city cleanup effort. After three months of good conduct, you’ll be eligible for a new job.”He stared at the officer in disbelief.“Just… like that?” he whispered.The officer raised an eyebrow. “What, did you think we’d cut your head off?”The soldier didn’t answer. Because that’s exactly what would’ve happened in the Empire. Marie watched his expression crumble, as i
That night, Aeternum Special Forces operatives moved swiftly.At the city granaries, timed magic explosives were discreetly planted, set to ignite just before dawn. The city's key merchant houses received false messages, each forged to appear as if their rivals had plotted against them.Two high-ranking commanders of Velkan’s security forces were silently assassinated, their deaths staged as an internal betrayal. By the next morning, Velkan descended into anarchy. With food supplies mysteriously destroyed, merchants at each other’s throats, and security forces crippled, riots broke out across the city.The Empire’s forces stationed nearby? They were too afraid to step in, fearing yet another noble feud.As the fourteenth and final day of the operation arrived, General Xing stood on the hills outside Velkan, watching through his binoculars as the city descended into madness. The streets were filled with smoke from burning buildings, merchants clashed violently, and governors had begun
-New City – The Presidential Office-In the heart of New City, the capital of Aeternum, President Kaiser Mies Sai sat in his office, listening intently as Vice President Elijah outlined the current situation. Ministers Andrea of Resource Development and Rafela of Health, Education, and Science were also present, reviewing projections and risk assessments."With the sheer number of refugees arriving, we have two immediate concerns," Elijah stated, placing two documents in front of the President. "First, food and medical supplies. Second, permanent housing and employment. Without a clear plan, we risk destabilizing our own economy."President Mies skimmed the reports before nodding. “We’re already in the process of integrating Alemia Region, and now we have to build an entirely new infrastructure from scratch to support these people.”“That’s where Project Haven comes in,” Andrea interjected. She pulled out detailed blueprints, rolling them open across the large conference table. "We’ve
Alessia smirked. "Then it’s a good thing I’m here to help."Rose raised a curious brow. "Help? How?"The vampire turned her piercing gaze toward the director, a sly smile forming on her lips. "The President wants the Battle Star Empire to plunge into a massive state of confusion."Rose blinked. "Define 'massive confusion’?"Alessia placed a gloved hand on the table and leaned forward. "Aeternum has been extracting refugees under the Empire’s nose without them realizing. But it’s only a matter of time before they start piecing things together. Before that happens, we need to make sure they have bigger problems to worry about."Rose smirked. "Sabotage?"Alessia nodded. "Exactly. If the Empire is preoccupied with internal chaos, their forces won’t have the manpower or resources to focus on hunting refugees. I’ve already mobilized several of my best operatives from Wasteland Command. Our objective is to destabilize key areas near the border—supply chains, noble estates, military outposts.
Deep inside the Empire’s territory, a convoy of refugees moved cautiously through the dense forests of the Eastern States. The night air was cold, their breaths visible in the dim light of the moon. Leading the group was Marie, her heart pounding as she tried to keep her people silent. They had evaded the Empire’s patrols so far, but she knew their luck wouldn’t last forever.A rustling in the trees sent a ripple of fear through the group. Weapons—rudimentary and almost useless against trained soldiers—were gripped tighter. The faint echo of a whistle sliced through the silence, a signal they had been discovered.Suddenly, the trees erupted with gunfire. Sharp, precise shots rang through the air, and the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground followed.“Stay down!” a gruff voice called out from the darkness.Out of the shadows, Aeternum’s Special Forces emerged, their dark uniforms blending into the surroundings. Their leader, Captain Soren of the 4th Special Operations Unit,
Meanwhile, deep in enemy territory, Major Riker’s team was executing their sabotage mission with terrifying precision. Explosions ripped through granaries, armories, and supply wagons. Horses screamed as stables were set ablaze, and Empire officers barked orders in panic, unable to comprehend the invisible force dismantling their infrastructure before their very eyes.Inside one of the fortified garrisons, an Empire noble lord clutched his gilded breastplate, his face drenched in sweat. "We’re being destroyed from the shadows! This is not a battle, it’s slaughter! Who is responsible for this?!"A terrified messenger, barely keeping his composure, stammered, "It’s the Aeternum, my lord… they wield weapons that spit fire and strike from afar like the gods themselves! We can’t—"Before he could finish, a single suppressed bullet pierced through the noble’s skull, dropping him lifelessly onto his grand war map."Target down. Moving to extraction," an Aeternum sniper reported through the r
As we continued to monitor the operation, the feed from a drone scout flickered onto the main screen, giving us a real-time view of the battlefield. Empire Hunters were scrambling, some of them already falling victim to the ambush tactics of the Commandos. The wasteland terrain favored our operatives, allowing them to strike swiftly before vanishing without a trace. Every now and then, a small explosion could be seen in the distance, signaling a well-executed strike on an enemy supply route.I exhaled slowly, satisfied with the unfolding plan. The Commandos were proving their worth, and soon, the Empire would realize that hunting down innocent refugees had come at an unforeseen cost.Elijah crossed her arms, glancing at me. “You know, with the rate things are going, it won’t be long before the Empire has to reconsider their actions.”“Oh, they’ll reconsider, alright,” I said, a sharp edge in my voice. “But by the time they do, they’ll have already lost too much to recover.”As we cont