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
“Your Highness, I must remind you... Aeternum is not here to negotiate. They have come to end this war.”Amariss froze, his eyes wide with terror. The realization that there might be no room for diplomacy hit him like a hammer. Both the Queen's court and the Crown Prince's council were gripped by the same paralyzing fear: what if Aeternum's method of ending the war included their complete eradication?For decades, the ruling classes of Alemia had thrived on corruption, exploitation, and oppression. They knew they were guilty of crimes that Aeternum, with its modern ideals of governance and justice, would never tolerate.“It’s not just the Crown Prince,”whispered a noblewoman in Queen Romella's court.“It’s all of us. Do you think they’ll spare us once they see how we’ve ruled?”Another courtier replied grimly,“Spare us? If we’re lucky, we’ll be given a quick death. If not...”The room fell silent, each person consumed by their own visions of impending doom. Meanwhile, the Aeternum A
“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
I folded my arms, contemplating the next course of action. "We can’t let this turn into a full-scale war—not yet. Our priority is getting those people to safety. The Commandos are the best suited for this kind of engagement, but if they’re overwhelmed, we may need to deploy additional assets."Elijah nodded. "I already have aerial reconnaissance keeping track of the Hunters' movements. The issue is, they’re spreading out, making it difficult to predict where they’ll strike next. We need to coordinate a response that not only intercepts them but also ensures we don’t expose our involvement too soon."I smirked. "That means it’s time to play this smart. We use the terrain, our intelligence, and most importantly—our unpredictability. The Empire thinks they’re hunting defenseless refugees. Let’s turn the tables."Elijah grinned, already knowing where I was going with this. "I'll have the Commandos set up strategic ambush points along the expected routes. If we can strike fast and hard, we
“The situation in Battle Star Empire is escalating,” she announced, her voice carrying an unmistakable edge of intrigue.I picked up the documents and scanned through them quickly. What I read brought a slow, satisfied smile to my face.“Oh? Now this is interesting,” I mused, setting the papers down.Duke Oliver raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my reaction. “Something good?”“Something amusing,” I corrected. “It seems the great Battle Star Empire, with all its strength and military prowess, is facing an issue it never anticipated.”Jelina leaned forward, curiosity lighting up her features. “Do tell.”Elijah took over, her expression remaining composed but with a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “The mass exodus from Battle Star Empire is reaching unprecedented levels. The people—especially women, elderly, and laborers—are fleeing by the tens of thousands. They’re abandoning the empire in droves, crossing dangerous terrain, risking their lives just to get away.”I nodded, already pieci