“[This has just come in…Breaking news, yesterday afternoon there a reported deadly fights were happening at the New City Wet Market, Right here in Aeternum New City… There were reported that this incident were all started from a minor disagreement between a group of customer and Aeternum Local fish seller…Which suddenly turned into a big fights between the Customer and also a group of Vendors that were on scene…The true cause of the disagreement is still under investigations by Aeternum Police and Also Aeternum Resource department…As of now, there were 25 people has been admitted to the Aeternum General Hospital, 20 people were reported to sustained a serious injury and has been stabilize, 5 more were admitted into the ICU and has yet regained consciousness…For now we will be hearing from our on site reporter, Mister Oaklim…Mr. Oaklim how is the situation there at New City Wet Market?..]”. (Quara Raedrim)
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“This debate will not resolve all doubt—but it has surfaced critical truths. Aeternum stands at a junction: continue bold investment or temper the pace. This is not about division—it is about building responsibly.”Outside the hall, Adriana and Francesca greeted each other—respect in their posture.Adriana offered a small smile: “You’ve sparked necessary caution.”Francesca replied: “Your vision gives us direction.”They were united in purpose, albeit wary of extremes.Later that evening, I watched the recording in my study with Minister Andrea and Treasurer Jonathan Myers.Jonathan, who oversaw government accounts, said:“We have reserves. We have projections. And yes, we have debt—but it's within limits. Our GDP growth exceeds the cost of borrowing. There's no danger, provided projects are evaluated and closed efficiently.”Andrea nodded.“Vision needs logistics—and logistics costs. But success requires both boldness and governance. I believe we can walk this line.”I smiled.“Both
Week by week, the world of the Garins changed: Trucks delivered farm tools, seeds, schooling books, and fertilizers. Their daughter Aris watched morning Kids’ Educational Hour, repeating numbers and letters she once feared. Lina learned songs about equality and cooperation. Farmers in the village started growing surplus—now they could reliably transport barley and beans to nearby market towns.Mother Talia confided to Joren: “We used to pray for the spring melt to soften soil enough to walk into town. Now I pray our girls will go to school, not to the fields.”One evening, a broadcast featured a group of students from Hallerus discussing agricultural techniques and trading ideas. Aris pointed at the screen: “Someday, I’ll stand on stage like that.”Next day, a teacher arrived from Alemia to open a schoolroom in the village. Before the TV drama played, before the road was laid, education seemed impossible. Now, it was inevitable.Grandmother Maren, once certain her grandchildren would
In one community, enrollment jumped by 70 percent in two weeks. Mothers asked about girls’ going to school. Fathers signed forms. Teachers were flooded with freshmen.Even civic identity evolved. Broadcast news highlighted voices from all regions—students, farmers, miners, shopkeepers—not just ministers or elites. Town halls were aired live. Debates on national reforms featured rotating panels across territories. Questions came in from viewers via radio call-ins and magical link votes.In a farming village in the north, a town elder watched as questions about road improvements from local farmers were broadcast—not by petition, but by live remote video. He nodded to his neighbors. "Now they know we exist."Citizens began identifying as part of something greater than their region or tribe—they began saying, “I am Aeternum.”Public opinion shifted. Misdirected rumors lost traction. Within days, rumors about non-human rights, forced taxes, or school laws were answered in daily broadcasts.
At sunset, I looked back toward New City in the distance, connected by new ridgeline of signal towers, each painted in Aeternum blue and gold. Between them, freight trains rattled across bridges in the Alemia countryside.It was a skyline unlike any medieval kingdom had ever seen—a painting of steel, light, and line-of-sight.I turned to Minister Rafaela, who was marveling at the view.“It’s not just broadcast,” she said. “It’s the voice of progress.”I clasped her shoulder. “We’ve built nation from rails to towers.”That evening, in my study lit by soft glow of relay signals humming through the new highland connection, I reflected on the transformation.Aeternum had changed. The new industrial era had given birth to projects that existed only in imagination—until logistics turned them into blueprints, and machinery turned them into reality.As signal lights blinked on across remote villages, I felt something deeper: A renewed promise. A promise that knowledge, safety, and community w
Beyond internal tension, Aeternum’s industrial growth shifted power dynamics across the UNA. Dukedom of Angela, once textile-rich through handlooms, now imported Aeternum‑woven fabrics for its royal court.The Grand Coastal City of Meerkat—a former center of artisanal goods—began ordering container loads of ceramics and electronics from Aeternum factories.In a meeting with Council leaders, Grand Lord Meerkat admitted: “Your manufacturing gives us access to goods our artisans cannot match in price or quality. We’ll partner, but also protect local crafts for tradition’s sake.”Back in the Industrial Park, Ronan guided me to the apprenticeship workshop beside his old workspace. Here, former blacksmiths now trained as assembly line supervisors and CNC machinists.“They wanted to keep tradition, but also join the age of mass work,” he said. “I teach them forge techniques alongside machine calibration. We respect both.”This new generation—trained in both manual artistry and factory effici
Massive steel piles, concrete mixers, pre-fabricated overpasses, and solar-grade roadway panels arrived daily on the job site. Lorries shuttled from rail platforms straight into assembly yards and mounting crews—eliminating the previous relay-based chain of mule, cart, and manual labor. Construction timelines collapsed inward.On the project’s staging ground, engineers smiled as structures rose faster than predicted. Steel frames for overpasses stood erect next to laid asphalt stretches. Bridges rose across ravines in days. All because fractured logistics had finally healed.A foreman in a dust-marked vest craned his neck to see a steel superstructure fitting into place.“We used to wait weeks for just the beams to come,” he said. “Now? We’re constructing while they deliver. It’s like magic backed by rails.”From Horizonte Farms to the coastal fisheries, from the towering crane sets of Alemia to the distribution hubs of New City, the freight revolution became a living thing—an invisib