All Chapters of Traveller Of Two Worlds: Chapter 2761 - Chapter 2770

“My people in the Shark Region are watching this feed right now. I assure you—they’re not worried about UNA. They’re worried about what happens if we look weak.”Bina grunted her approval at that one. But it wasn’t over. A flicker from the communications mirror signaled another voice.Queen Aqeesha Eloesa’s holographic figure sharpened, arms crossed across her bronze armored chest, her tone unmistakably martial.“The Island of Eloesa,” she said, “will consider any delay in your mobilization a tactical mistake. Strike now, or you hand initiative to the enemy. I say this not as a vassal—but as a fellow warrior.”From beside her, Crown Princess Ilana nodded silently. The warriors of Eloesa did not believe in half-measures.Finally, Queen Zanessia of Zaredon, her expression calm and distant, gave a final nod. “The tide is on your side, President. Don't wait for it to recede. If you must conquer Lone Star, do it quickly. The rest of us will handle the aftermath.”With that, the mirror dimm

“The Eternal Night Battalion has completed deployment,” she said. “Our night zones are fully active. Peripheral scouts confirm Lone Star advance units have crossed the Red Vines Ravine.”“How far?”“Less than sixty kilometers. Two days, maybe less, if they maintain their archaic formation.”“They won’t get that far,” I said.She smiled faintly.“No,” she agreed. “They won’t.”Behind her, a signal flare cracked the air. Crimson fire exploded into the evening sky.She turned her head just slightly, eyes gleaming faintly. “Night falls early for those who trespass in our dark.”Then the line cut. No ending. No farewell. Just silence again. I turned back to the room.“They’ve made contact,” I said. “The enemy has stepped into our shadow.”Across the city, sirens had not yet begun. Not yet. But the scent in the air had changed—like metal on the tongue. Like rain before it falls. And throughout the vast lands of Aeternum, something ancient stirred beneath the roads and towns, something built

“You sound certain.”“I am.”“And why is that?”I gave her a small, humorless smile. “Because I’ve been baiting them for years, Elijah. If they were going to take the risk, they’d have done it before we armed half the continent.”She studied me for a moment, then nodded slightly and returned to her files.The war wasn’t only on the borders. It was in the streets, in the air, in the space between words.Rumors could kill morale faster than any siege. That’s why every broadcast, every printed page, every radio address was threaded with a careful balance of truth and reassurance.ABC’s evening segment opened with my speech from the Cabinet Hall two days prior. Then it cut to Bina, filmed at the central railyard as an armored train rolled past behind her. Her voice carried over the mechanical roar.“Aeternum is not afraid. Our troops are equipped. Our lines are secure. The enemy may march into our shadow, but they will not leave it.”In every home, in every café, those words landed like i

“Casualties?”“Zero.” Of course.“And morale?”She smiled. Just slightly. “They’re starting to understand.”Back at the table, a new marker blinked into life—amber triangles streaming from the west. The train convoys. The mainland troops. Battalion after battalion already en route, moving through the Wasteland’s newly laid rail network, coordinated by Bina’s military engineers and Andrea’s fuel logistics.They would arrive in full within twenty-four hours. Enough to collapse the canyon. But that wasn’t the point. This war was not to be won through brute force. Not yet.It was to be taught. I watched as Alessia closed her comm bead, then slowly stepped forward to the edge of her cliff, looking down on the Lone Star soldiers below.They didn’t see her. But some of them… sensed her. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. And yet, something in the camp began to change. A twitch. A shifting of shields. An officer looking over his shoulder too many times.That’s when fear starts to crack discip

The Premier chuckled. “Thought so.”The call from Karzen came next—Foreign Secretary Leistra, always sharp and a little too amused for her own good.“We’ve seen the footage, Mies. Their ‘protests’ wouldn’t fool a drunk farmhand. We can tell it’s the same six countries using the same hired actors. You want us to expose it?”“No,” I replied. “They’re discrediting themselves just fine.”Meanwhile, the smaller UNA nations were buzzing like flies around honey. The emissary from Norvinia sent an encrypted message offering a battalion. Then came Yastrel with a regiment of cavalry, Teyra with an armored detachment. The phrasing was always the same—“in full support of the Aeternum war effort”—but I could read the subtext: they wanted a seat at my table, goodwill in my ledger, and most importantly, a front-row view of modern war as only Aeternum could wage it.I gathered my ministers that evening in the strategy chamber. A map of the Central Continent hovered over the table, its borders traced