6th Division Major Amanda were specially tasked by me, to secured a hidden path for all the Resource Department logistics to carefully and secretly smuggled out all of the Loot that has been collected by the Intelligence Squads and the Special Force Squads that were apart of the Operation Midnight Shadows. We knows that the Ministers were secretly stealing everything inside the palace, including draining the Palace treasury for their own benefits.
With this information, I have made a mission for the Intelligence Squad to track down everything. And last night the operation is a go, which is ransacking those nobles hidden stash, be it coins or artefact, everything were haul. And the next phase was the chaotic war, in the midst of the War, 6th Division were tasked to secure route and also bringing everything out, in the span of the entire war. That is why the Southern Wall fall first, despite the Northern Wall were already conquered
I leaned back in the king’s chair. Order. That is the word that must echo through this city now. Not conquest, not occupation. Order.I already know how this story will be told by my enemies. They will call me a warmonger, a tyrant, a usurper. They will say I destroyed a kingdom. But no. The truth — the truth is that the kingdom destroyed itself long ago. I am merely cleaning up the corpse.Bina is in the west. Alessia in the east. Each of them stabilizing their conquered regions, cutting away the last remnants of Lone Star’s power. Here, in the capital, I take command directly. Not because I do not trust them — I trust them more than anyone — but because the fall of Star City must be under my eyes, my hands. The people must see my will imprinted here.I walk to the desk. On its surface, the royal seal sits beside a half-finished bottle of wine. I take the seal, turning it in my hand.“This once belonged to you, Halric,” I whispered to the empty room. “Now it belongs to me. And with i
The courtiers broke. One by one, they dropped to their knees, begging for mercy, their crowns and jewels clattering to the floor like insignificant baubles. Bina, ever efficient, barked orders, and they were seized, their pleas ignored. Alessia, her blades still dripping, led soldiers deeper into the palace to clear the last pockets of resistance, a cleansing flame.By the fifth hour, the palace was fully secured. The dungeons, once filled with the king’s enemies, now brimmed with his council, his loyalists, his sycophants.And atop the highest spire, the Lone Star flag, with its arrogant, solitary star, was lowered, slowly, ceremoniously. In its place, rising against the smoke-filled, triumphant sky, ascended the banner of Aeternum — stark, unyielding, gleaming. Its symbols, representing unity and equality, were a stark contrast to the fallen banner, a promise etched in the heavens.The war was over. Star City had fallen. And with it, the racist, supremacist, and utterly abhorrent Ki
“They’re not fleeing the city,” I murmured. “They’re bracing. Waiting for us.”It was not rebellion with banners and open blades. It was rebellion of silence, of refusal, of a people already turning their backs on their king. And that was louder than any uprising.Bina leaned over the map, eyes narrowing. “Silent cities are dangerous cities. Soldiers backed into corners do ugly things. If we don’t strike soon, they’ll start burning districts to smoke people out.”Alessia crossed her arms, crimson eyes catching the lamplight. “Then the people will hate them even more. Every fire will be another nail in Lone Star’s coffin.”I met her gaze. “We let them destroy their own throne room while we prepare the march. But no innocents burned. If even one fire spreads too far, we cut it out ourselves.”The room went still. My decree was final. The army could be ruthless, but it would not be barbaric. That distinction was why people begged for Aeternum’s banner instead of dreading it.That night,
“They’re not fleeing the city,” I murmured. “They’re bracing. Waiting for us.”It was not rebellion with banners and open blades. It was rebellion of silence, of refusal, of a people already turning their backs on their king. And that was louder than any uprising.Bina leaned over the map, eyes narrowing. “Silent cities are dangerous cities. Soldiers backed into corners do ugly things. If we don’t strike soon, they’ll start burning districts to smoke people out.”Alessia crossed her arms, crimson eyes catching the lamplight. “Then the people will hate them even more. Every fire will be another nail in Lone Star’s coffin.”I met her gaze. “We let them destroy their own throne room while we prepare the march. But no innocents burned. If even one fire spreads too far, we cut it out ourselves.”The room went still. My decree was final. The army could be ruthless, but it would not be barbaric. That distinction was why people begged for Aeternum’s banner instead of dreading it.That night,
“From our agents in the capital, Your Excellency.”I broke the seal. Inside were notes in cipher — food riots, hangings, nobles quarreling, whispers of rebellion. And at the bottom: The people await your hand.For a moment, I said nothing. Then I folded the paper and looked at Bina and Alessia. “They already see us as saviors. That is both gift and weight. When the gates open, we cannot stumble.”Bina smirked, the edge of a predator’s smile. “Then let’s make sure the gates open the way we want them to.”As the council dispersed, I lingered in the command room, staring at the map under the dim lantern light.Lone Star’s fate was sealed — not by the power of its king, but by his own blindness. His people no longer feared us; they feared him.I whispered, not for anyone else but myself: “We don’t conquer this city. We liberate it.”The words tasted heavy, like an oath. Soon the world would know whether I was right. Star City’s embers glowed hotter by the day, fanned by cruelty within and
Elijah adjusted her spectacles and tapped a supply route traced in crimson ink. “This road here is their artery. Once severed, Star City starves.”Bina’s voice cut like iron. “They’ll fight like cornered dogs. That makes them dangerous.”I let the silence linger before answering. “Then we smother the bite before it draws blood. No mercy for tyrants. But every kindness for the people. Mark me well: we are not here to burn a city, but to claim it whole. Our strength must inspire loyalty, not ashes.”They nodded, and I knew they understood. This was not conquest for glory. It was reclamation, shaping the world into something better.South of Star City, the Silvercross River shimmered like molten steel beneath the dawn light. Lone Star forces had entrenched themselves along its far bank, confident that the wide waters were a natural shield.At first light, Aeternum artillery shattered that illusion. Shells screamed across the river, tearing earthworks to pieces. Smoke rolled like a curtai