“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
“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
“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
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
Inside the Crown Prince’s opulent command tent, General Legal burst in, sweat dripping down his brow. The Crown Prince, lounging lazily on a golden throne, barely acknowledged him at first.“What is it now, Legal?”Amariss drawled, swirling a goblet of wine. General Legal’s voice cracked as he spoke.“Your Highness... Aeternum... They’ve arrived.”The goblet slipped from Amariss’ fingers, shattering on the floor.“What?!” he roared, bolting upright. “How? Why wasn’t I informed sooner?”“They just appeared, Your Highness,”Legal stammered.“At the edge of the battlefield. Their forces... They’ve surrounded us.”Amariss paced frantically, his face contorted in a mixture of fear and indignation.“This can’t be happening! We’re not ready for them!”Back on the battlefield, the silence was deafening. Both the Queen’s forces and the Crown Prince’s forces stood in uneasy truce, their weapons lowered but their hearts pounding.For the soldiers, the presence of Aeternum felt like being caught
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
Meanwhile, in the Aeternum camp, soldiers discussed the situation in hushed but animated tones. The transparency of the president’s leadership and the reports of the Alemia government’s incompetence had ignited a fiery determination among them.“Did you hear the latest report?”one soldier asked, leaning over his meal tray.“The queen herself admitted to being a puppet for the nobles. Can you believe that?”Another soldier scoffed.“It’s disgusting. They let their people starve and suffer while they live in luxury. No wonder Aeternum had to step in.”A younger recruit, still fresh to the army, spoke up hesitantly.“Do you think we’re really doing the right thing? Taking over an entire nation?”The veteran sitting next to him clapped him on the shoulder.“Kid, we’re not just taking over. We’re fixing what they broke. Look around you—this isn’t a war for power. It’s a war for justice.”The recruit nodded slowly, his doubts fading.“I just… I’ve never seen a leader like the president bef