Summoning Earth
The Day Before, The Port City of Saint-Boyeux, Parpaldian EmpireWithin the stone corridors of the military headquarters in Saint-Boyeux, the air was charged with tension. Officers who once exuded confidence now rushed anxiously through the halls, their arms laden with reports detailing the catastrophic assault by an unidentified force on the critical port city.Lieutenant Pierre Duverne of the Parpaldian Imperial Army hunched over the telegraph machine, watching intently as the operator feverishly transmitted signals to Esthirant, the empire's capital. The instant communication was established, Duverne leaned in and delivered a desperate message."The enemy is utterly ruthless! Civilians are being slaughtered mercilessly—children, women, no one is spared! These attackers wield weapons with devastating destructive power. Many lives are at stake; we need reinforcements immediately!" His voice carried an urgency that left no room for doubt.On the other end, Colonel Marchand, stationed at Esthirant's army command, listened in disbelief. His brow furrowed as he asked for clarification, his voice tinged with skepticism.
"What are you saying, Lieutenant? Isn't Saint-Boyeux adequately garrisoned and armed to repel any lesser third-civilization force?"Duverne's response was resolute, his tone carrying the weight of the unfolding tragedy.
"These aren't ordinary attackers. They're equipped with advanced weapons, steel landing crafts, and overwhelming firepower. We suspect their origins lie with civilizations far beyond our technological level—perhaps even those like Mu. But the critical point is this: they are targeting Parpaldian civilians, and we have no modern weaponry to counter them. Think of the families torn apart by their barbaric acts!"Before Marchand could reply, a deafening crash reverberated through Duverne's office. The Lieutenant shouted his final plea.
"SEND REINFORCEMENTS IMMEDIATELY! WE CAN'T HOLD—"The line abruptly fell silent, replaced by ominous thuds and a chilling stillness. Marchand froze, gripped by shock and fear. As the gravity of the situation dawned on him, he hastily switched to the Defense Ministry's secure channel, initiating an urgent radio call.A calm yet authoritative voice answered, "This is Supreme Commander Arde. Identify yourself."Marchand's voice, usually measured, now carried a palpable edge of panic.
"Commander Arde, this is Colonel Marchand. We've lost contact with Saint-Boyeux. The situation is dire. An unidentified enemy is launching a brutal and systematic assault on the city, slaughtering civilians en masse. Reinforcements must be deployed immediately!"Arde, ever composed, now allowed a rare note of uncertainty to creep into his tone.
"A coordinated attack? And we've lost communication entirely?""Yes, Commander," Marchand confirmed, his urgency undiminished. "Lieutenant Duverne's final transmission described advanced weaponry far beyond our capabilities. Civilians are the primary targets. The city's garrison and wyverns have been annihilated in the initial strike."For a brief moment, silence reigned as Arde absorbed the implications. Parpaldia had always repelled incursions from lesser civilizations with ease. But this report of superior technology and widespread devastation disrupted that confidence. Could this be the work of an advanced power? Even Mu or the Holy Mirishial Empire would not engage without triggering early detection systems."I will personally brief His Majesty Emperor Ludius," Arde declared, his voice steeled with determination. "In the meantime, mobilize our forces. Dispatch one thousand soldiers and two Wyvern Knights to reclaim Saint-Boyeux. We must regain control."Colonel Marchand saluted, immediately relaying the orders. Within moments, the Esthirant military base erupted into a flurry of activity. Alarms blared, officers shouted commands, and the city's garrison prepared for deployment.Meeting in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace, EsthirantWithin the opulent grand hall of the royal palace, light from elaborate crystal chandeliers danced off gilded walls and dark crimson carpets, casting an air of regal authority over the gathering. Emperor Ludius, draped in a black and gold-embroidered imperial robe, sat imposingly on his gilded throne. Prime Minister Kaios stood to his right, while Supreme Commander Arde, flanked by senior military generals, high-ranking diplomats, and administrative officials, assembled below with expressions of barely contained tension.The emperor stroked his neatly trimmed beard, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room. A flick of his hand summoned Arde to step forward.
"Supreme Commander Arde," Emperor Ludius began, his voice commanding and deliberate, "report the specifics of the situation in Saint-Boyeux."Arde approached with a bow and spoke with gravitas.
"Your Majesty, early this morning, the port city of Saint-Boyeux came under attack by an unidentified armed force. According to Lieutenant Pierre Duverne's final transmission before communications were severed, the enemy employed weapons of mass destruction with unprecedented lethality. Civilians are being massacred in horrifying numbers, and the attackers display no regard for humanity. Hours ago, we also lost contact with the reinforcements dispatched to the city."The hall fell into a deathly silence, Arde's words landing like thunderclaps. The weight of the revelation was palpable, with nobles and officials whispering anxiously among themselves."Preposterous!" Prime Minister Kaios shattered the silence, slamming his hand on the table. "An essential city like Saint-Boyeux, overrun? The Parpaldian military could crush any third-civilization force with ease!"Arde maintained his composure, though his tone grew firm.
"Prime Minister, this is no ordinary threat. Lieutenant Duverne's report mentions steel ships and weaponry capable of annihilating our forces from unimaginable ranges. We suspect the attackers may belong to a more advanced civilization.""An advanced civilization?" Royal Adviser Ruperther interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Are you suggesting entities like Mu or Ravernal?"Arde nodded solemnly.
"Precisely, Lord Ruperther. However, the brutality and irrationality of the attack make it difficult to believe these actions are from a nation bound by the norms of a higher civilization. The indiscriminate targeting of civilians, including women and children, is unheard of—even the Ravernal Empire, as recorded in history, did not stoop to such barbarity."Emperor Ludius furrowed his brow.
"Such barbarism... It hardly aligns with the conduct of great powers."Kaios hastily chimed in, his tone almost defensive.
"Perhaps this is the work of insurgents or pirates from a lesser nation, carrying out an opportunistic raid on Saint-Boyeux—""Impossible, Prime Minister," Arde interrupted, his voice now laced with urgency. "This is a coordinated assault. The enemy is equipped with advanced munitions and unprecedented war machines. Saint-Boyeux fell within hours, its entire garrison annihilated. Even our wyverns, once unmatched in aerial supremacy, were reportedly destroyed by unfamiliar weaponry."Gasps filled the hall, and a wave of unease swept through the assembly. The notion of wyverns being so easily neutralized was unthinkable for the Parpaldian Empire, the unchallenged military hegemon of the Philades continent.Kaios's composure cracked, and he turned to the emperor with a visible trace of concern.
"Your Majesty, if the Supreme Commander's account is accurate, we are not facing an ordinary foe. This is a technologically superior adversary. I urge the immediate deployment of additional reinforcements, including wyvern cavalry, and the mobilization of reconnaissance units to ascertain the enemy's identity."A measured voice interrupted.
"Your Majesty," spoke Lord Inos, the Director of Strategy, rising from his seat, "we must proceed cautiously. If these enemies truly hail from a first or second civilization, engaging them without adequate intelligence could plunge us into an unwinnable conflict."Arde countered decisively.
"Lord Inos, inaction will guarantee Saint-Boyeux's fall. Losing the city would not only cripple our strategic position but also erode the populace's trust in the imperial military and the crown. I recommend a dual strategy: dispatch reinforcements immediately while launching an expedited investigation into the enemy's origins."Emperor Ludius remained silent, his expression inscrutable as he weighed the arguments. Finally, his voice, steely and resolute, cut through the tension.
"Arde, you will take command of this campaign. I authorize the mobilization of additional forces from nearby garrisons, including two thousand troops and the wyvern units stationed in the capital. Kaios, you will oversee intelligence coordination to ensure swift identification of our adversary. I expect an initial report within three days."Both men bowed deeply, their voices uniting in a firm, "As Your Majesty commands."The emperor rose from his throne, his piercing gaze sweeping the assembly like a blade.
"The Parpaldian Empire will not falter. Let these barbarians understand that to challenge us is to court annihilation."A resounding cheer of "Long live the Emperor!" erupted in the hall, though the shadow of dread lingered in the eyes of many. They faced an enemy unlike any before—a foe cloaked in mystery and armed with terrifying power.Three Days Later: Western Military Station, EsthirantThe piercing whistle of a steam locomotive echoed through the soot-streaked military station, drowning in the clamor of soldiers and the metallic screech of cargo being loaded. The air was thick with coal smoke and tension as the empire's war machine roared to life.Corporal Laurent, a young soldier with his steel helmet askew and a bulging pack on his back, stood amidst the chaos. Around him, comrades hustled to assemble under the stern commands of officers. Most were fresh recruits, their faces betraying a mix of eagerness and unease as they prepared to board the trains."Move faster! Imperial soldiers do not dawdle!" barked a lieutenant, his voice cutting through the cacophony. Officers wielding batons directed troops into formation, ensuring an orderly boarding process.Laurent turned to his friend Benoit, a grizzled soldier whose weathered face bore an air of nonchalance.
"What do you think of this campaign?" Laurent asked hesitantly. "There are rumors about strange forces attacking Saint-Boyeux..."Benoit chuckled dryly, adjusting the musket slung over his shoulder.
"Rumors are rumors. Likely just a clever band of pirates. Don't fret, Laurent. The Parpaldian military is invincible on this continent."Laurent didn't respond, his mind swirling with fragments of reports: steel monstrosities, unimaginable weapons, wyverns falling from the sky. The empire's might seemed irrelevant against such descriptions.As the troops filed into the carriages of a massive steel train painted in imperial red and blue, Laurent climbed into the fourth carriage with his unit. Soldiers packed into wooden benches, their muskets and backpacks crammed beneath their feet. The glint of bayonets caught the dim light filtering through small windows.The train jolted forward with a groan, its steel wheels grinding against the tracks. Laurent watched the spires of Esthirant recede into the distance, their golden tips shrouded by a thick veil of smoke.A grizzled sergeant strode into the carriage, his booming voice commanding attention.
"Listen up, men! We are bound for Saint-Boyeux to crush the enemy! Pay no heed to wild rumors. The Parpaldian Empire cannot be defeated! Remember, our mission is to uphold the honor of His Majesty!"A chorus of "For Emperor Ludius!" erupted, fervent and resolute, yet Laurent remained silent, a gnawing unease settling in his gut. His thoughts drifted to his family in a distant countryside, and a single question echoed in his mind:
"Will I ever see them again?"The train plunged into a tunnel, the outside light extinguished as darkness enveloped the carriage. The rhythmic clatter of steel wheels and the heavy breathing of soldiers filled the void. Laurent clutched the strap of his pack tightly and whispered to himself:
"We will prevail... won't we?"The train surged onward, carrying with it the hopes, pride, and fears of Parpaldia's soldiers toward a battle they were woefully unprepared to comprehend.March 30, 1639, Morning in Ragna, Capital of the Gra Valkas EmpireThe rhythmic patter of rain on the tall glass windows woke Cielia Oudwin before her alarm had a chance to ring. Gray light filtered into her spacious, luxurious apartment, casting soft, indistinct shadows on the gleaming marble floor. Outside, Ragna City—the crown jewel of the Gra Valkas Empire—lay shrouded in a torrential downpour. From her penthouse, the usual view of bustling streets stretching to the distant harbor was obscured by cascading sheets of rain.Cielia rose slowly from her opulent bed, her silk robe lightly draped around her shoulders as she made her way across the room. With practiced ease, she twisted the knob of the radio sitting on an intricately carved oak table. A faint crackle broke the morning silence before the calm voice of the broadcaster filled the air."Good morning, citizens of Ragna. It's now 7:00 AM. Expect consistent rainfall throughout the day, with moderate winds blowing from the southeast. A low-pressure system is moving across the Gra Valka Bay, so if you're heading to work, don't forget your umbrella. Temperatures will remain a cool 14 degrees Celsius. More updates to follow."There was a brief pause as the announcer transitioned to a more somber tone."In breaking news, authorities have confirmed the complete loss of all communication with nations beyond the continent of Gaia. It has been two weeks since trade, travel, and any form of contact with the rest of the world ceased without explanation. Experts and the Imperial Government are continuing their efforts to investigate the cause of this unprecedented event. Citizens are urged to remain calm as more details come to light.""In related news, the Empire's economy continues to feel the strain of this isolation. Stock prices have fallen for the twelfth consecutive day, with economists warning that the ongoing recession could deepen further if global trade is not restored soon. Food imports have slowed, industrial production is experiencing supply shortages, and businesses across the Empire are beginning to feel the pressure. The Imperial administration assures the public that contingency plans are being implemented to stabilize the situation."Another pause, as though to allow the gravity of the news to sink in, before the announcer's tone shifted, resolute and defiant."However, let us not forget the victories that showcase the strength and prowess of our Empire. Just this past week, the Imperial Navy crushed the resistance of the Kain Kingdom's puppet state in a decisive battle. The swift victory is a testament to the discipline of our armed forces and the unyielding power of the Gra Valkas Empire. Our enemies are no match for the ingenuity and might of our people! Together, we shall endure and triumph over these uncertain times."Cielia froze, her hand hovering over the radio. Her sharp mind immediately began parsing the implications. All communication lost... for two weeks... the economy struggling... and yet, they were still boasting about victories? Her thoughts raced. The Gra Valkas Empire, with all its might, had never faced anything as enigmatic as this. She turned to gaze out the rain-streaked window, her expression unreadable as droplets slid down the glass like silent tears.The Empire prided itself on being unshakable, but this... this was something altogether different.Bundled in a navy-blue trench coat, Cielia exited her apartment, the clicking of her heels echoing across the polished floor of the lobby. Outside, the rain pounded relentlessly against the sleek, black surface of the government-issued car waiting at the curb. The driver, a young man in a pristine uniform, stepped out quickly to open the door for her. She nodded her thanks and slipped into the warm, leather interior."Good morning, Madam Oudwin," the driver greeted, his tone formal yet respectful. "Destination: Government Diplomatic Office?""Yes, thank you," she replied, her voice calm but tinged with urgency.The car glided smoothly through Ragna's rain-slicked streets. Normally bustling avenues were quieter than usual, the economic downturn and unrelenting rain seeming to dampen the city's characteristic vibrancy. Shops were shuttered, and the few pedestrians braving the weather hurried under umbrellas, heads bowed against the downpour. Cielia watched the city pass by, her mind preoccupied with the troubling updates from the radio.The loss of communication with the outside world was unlike anything the Empire had ever encountered. For two weeks, every attempt to reach allied or rival nations had been met with silence. Even the recent defeat of the Kain Kingdom carried an eerie undertone; the Kain forces had vanished from the conflict, leaving their allies to face the full might of the Gra Valkas Navy. The Empire declared victory, but the circumstances only deepened the mystery.The car pulled up to the grand façade of the Government Diplomatic Office, its towering columns and intricate stonework a testament to the Empire's majesty. The driver stepped out once more, umbrella in hand, to escort Cielia to the entrance. She stepped out, the cold rain briefly brushing her coat before the umbrella shielded her."Thank you," she said curtly, ascending the steps to the imposing double doors. Inside, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs buzzed with activity despite the grim circumstances. Diplomats, aides, and officials moved with purpose, their expressions serious. Cielia took a deep breath, straightened her coat, and headed briskly toward her office. There was much to do, and the Empire demanded answers.Minutes later, she stood before the entrance to the grand conference room. Inside, a palpable tension and urgency hung in the air. Seated around a polished mahogany table were key figures: Minister of Foreign Affairs Mopaul, Minister of Economic Development Deltross, and several senior officials. Conversations hushed as she entered, all eyes turning to her."Thank you for joining us, Director Oudwin," Mopaul began, gesturing for her to sit. "Let's get straight to the point. Our primary focus today is expediting economic integration with Myrakla and Yulkon. These nations hold the resources and influence we need to stabilize our position amid the current crisis."Deltross leaned forward, his expression grave. "With the ongoing recession and the isolation we face, securing these alliances is no longer a strategic option—it is a necessity. Their markets and resources can provide the relief our industries desperately need."Cielia nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sharp. "Diplomatic pressure alone won't suffice. We must align their economic interests with ours, offering trade terms that make dependence on the Empire not only beneficial but inevitable. However, we must tread carefully to avoid appearing overbearing."Mopaul exchanged a glance with Deltross before continuing. "Agreed. Additionally, we are planning to expand exploratory efforts to seek new territories—unclaimed lands that could provide untapped resources and opportunities. With external powers absent, this could be our chance to secure long-term dominance."Cielia's interest piqued. "New territories? Do we have preliminary data or target regions?"An aide stepped forward, unfurling a map on the table. Several areas on the fringes of the known world were marked in red. "Our navy and air force are preparing expeditions to these regions. If successful, we could discover fertile lands, mineral-rich zones, or even new civilizations to bring under our influence."Deltross raised an eyebrow, his tone cautious. "The costs of such endeavors will be enormous. Can we justify this when the economy is already strained?"Mopaul's expression hardened. "We cannot afford not to. The Empire thrives on expansion, and if these lands provide the resources we need, they could be the key to ending this recession and securing our future."Cielia leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. The stakes were high, but so were the potential rewards. "Then let's ensure these plans are executed flawlessly. Failure is not an option."The room fell silent as the weight of their mission settled over them. Everyone present understood that the decisions made here could shape the future of the Gra Valkas Empire for generations to come.The Indian FleetThe salty sea breeze whipped against the ensigns of the Indian fleet, their vibrant colors defiantly soaring against the vast, cloud-laden sky. Admiral Arjun Singh stood resolute on the bridge of INS Vikramaditya, his piercing gaze fixed on the horizon. Initially, this formidable fleet had embarked on its journey with a clear mandate: to establish diplomatic and commercial ties with the Parpaldian Empire, a dominant power in this unfamiliar world. However, the stark realities of their expedition and the evolving geopolitical landscape demanded a reevaluation of their priorities.News of the fleet's progress had reached the ears of their allied nations, who had initially joined this venture with high hopes. Yet, as the weeks stretched into months, the harsh conditions, logistical strains, and diminishing returns of pressing deeper into uncharted waters began to test the alliance's unity. By the time the fleet reached the outer edges of Parpaldian-controlled seas, half of their allied ships had turned back, opting to regroup at their home ports and refocus on domestic concerns.Now, only the Indian Navy's vessels remained—a testament to their resolve but also a sobering reminder of the risks ahead. Reconnaissance reports and intercepted communications painted a troubling picture of Parpaldia's imperialist tendencies. Yet, it was the neighboring nation of Altaras that captured Admiral Singh's attention.Turning to his second-in-command, Captain Meera Patil, who was meticulously reviewing a stack of freshly declassified intelligence reports, Singh spoke with quiet intensity.
"Captain," he began, his tone measured, "Parpaldia can wait. Our focus is shifting. Altaras—"
"A puppet state under their control," Meera interjected, her sharp intellect quickly aligning with Singh's thoughts. "Do you believe they would be more receptive to external diplomacy?"
Singh nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Not just that. Altaras represents an opportunity. A strategic foothold in this region. From what our intelligence suggests, their populace might not be entirely aligned with Parpaldia's agenda. If we navigate this correctly, we could establish a rapport and gain deeper insights into the geopolitical dynamics here—without provoking outright hostilities with a Napoleonic superpower."Meera hesitated, her eyes flicking to the naval map sprawled before them. "But approaching Altaras could be seen by Parpaldia as an act of interference."
"They will see it as such," Singh replied, his voice firm. "But our presence here is already disruptive. We cannot sit idly by and allow Parpaldia to dictate the terms of engagement."That evening, the fleet altered course, its ships veering southward toward the island nation of Altaras. The decision sparked mixed reactions among the crew, but Singh's unwavering leadership left no room for dissent. Sailors worked tirelessly to adjust their trajectory, the distant silhouettes of retreating allied ships fading from view as the Indian vessels forged ahead alone.As the fleet entered Altarasian waters, the rain-soaked peaks of the island nation began to materialize on the horizon. The crew, fatigued yet determined, braced for whatever reception awaited them. For Singh and his fleet, this was no longer merely an expedition—it was a test of India's resolve in an uncharted world.The Skies Above AltarasHigh above the turbulent waves of the Altarasian Sea, the sleek form of a Parpaldian wyvern rider cut through the skies. Captain Luthar Vynn, a seasoned aerial knight of the Parpaldian Royal Air Corps, guided his emerald-scaled steed with practiced precision. The creature's powerful wings beat rhythmically, propelling them through the salty air. The mission was routine: a reconnaissance patrol along the southern maritime border, safeguarding the Empire's dominance and monitoring potential threats.But as Luthar's sharp eyes scanned the endless blue expanse below, a sight arrested his attention. At first, it appeared as a cluster of indistinct dots on the horizon. Narrowing his gaze, he urged his wyvern to descend slightly for a clearer view. The dots grew larger, transforming into ships—dozens of them. His pulse quickened.
"What in the name of the gods...?" he muttered under his breath.This fleet was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Massive warships bristling with weaponry, their hulls adorned with unfamiliar designs, sliced through the water with purpose. Their formation was tight and disciplined, their sheer size dwarfing any Parpaldian naval forces he had seen. The number of vessels stretched beyond the limits of his vision, a testament to the overwhelming naval might of this unknown force.Instinctively, Luthar pulled the reins, guiding his wyvern to ascend to a safer altitude to avoid detection. His mind raced as he processed the implications of what he was witnessing. While Imperial intelligence had noted the emergence of foreign fleets in this world, nothing could have prepared them for such a monumental force. And here it was—not in Parpaldian waters, but perilously close to Altaras, a vassal state under the Empire's control.With his heart pounding, Luthar directed his wyvern toward the distant cliffs where the nearest outpost lay. The thought of this fleet nearing Altaras sent a chill down his spine. If they chose to strike, Altaras would be defenseless, and even the formidable Parpaldian Navy would struggle to mount an effective response.Within an hour, Luthar burst into the command chamber of the southern reconnaissance base, his wyvern's claws still steaming from its abrupt landing. Officers turned as he entered, his face pale and breath labored.
"Captain Vynn," barked Commander Almeric, the grizzled officer in charge. "What is the meaning of this? Report!"Luthar snapped to attention, his voice steady despite the urgency in his tone. "Sir, I've sighted a massive foreign fleet in the Altarasian Sea. Dozens of warships—no, more. Their size and scale dwarf anything we've ever encountered. They're heading toward Altaras."The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling heavily over those present. Almeric's brows furrowed as he processed the report.
"You're certain of this, Captain?" the commander asked.
"Absolutely, sir. Their vessels bear no resemblance to anything in our records. If they move against Altaras, resistance will be futile."To Luthar's surprise, Almeric did not react with alarm but instead stroked his chin thoughtfully. The tension in the room was palpable as he finally spoke.
"A fleet of this magnitude... this close to Altaras? This is no coincidence. But we cannot act rashly." He turned to his aides. "Relay an alert to the nearest naval fleet. I want them mobilized to observe and shadow this foreign armada, but under no circumstances are they to engage unless provoked. Our priority is intelligence, not confrontation."Addressing the gathered officers, Almeric continued, "This fleet represents a potential shift in the balance of power. But we must not let fear dictate our actions. For now, we will treat this fleet as neutral. They may be heading to Altaras for reasons unrelated to us. A hostile move on our part could spark a war we are not prepared for."The officers nodded, their expressions grave yet resolute. Luthar felt a flicker of relief at the commander's measured approach. Almeric turned back to him.
"Captain Vynn, I need a detailed report on everything you observed—every ship, every formation, every insignia. Leave nothing out. And Captain..."
"Yes, sir?"
"Well done. Your vigilance may have given us the time we need to prepare."Luthar saluted crisply before exiting the chamber, his mind lingering on the sight of the fleet. He could only hope the commander's cautious strategy would hold, for if that armada harbored hostile intentions, even the mighty Parpaldian Empire might find itself outmatched.The southern fleet of Parpaldia soon began its cautious approach toward the foreign armada, its sleek warships cutting through the Altarasian Sea with deliberate purpose. On the flagship, Admiral Ilgard, a stoic and calculating veteran, oversaw the operation with steady hands.
"What is the distance to the foreign fleet?" Ilgard asked, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Thirty kilometers, sir," his navigator replied. "We're maintaining a position at the edge of their projected course."
"Good. Hold this distance and signal all ships: no provocative actions. Our objective is observation and contact, not conflict."A young officer stepped forward, saluting sharply. "Admiral, should we prepare a delegation to establish communication?"
Ilgard nodded. "Yes. Ready a team to approach under a flag of truce. We need to ascertain their intentions. If they're merely passing through, we'll escort them as a gesture of goodwill. If not..." His voice trailed off, his steely gaze fixed on the horizon. "We will adapt accordingly."As the fleet advanced steadily, narrowing the gap with calculated caution, every sailor and officer aboard remained on edge. The distant sight of the Indian fleet—a formidable mass on the horizon—filled many with unease. Yet, under Ilgard's command, the Parpaldian Navy maintained its composure, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
"What are you saying, Lieutenant? Isn't Saint-Boyeux adequately garrisoned and armed to repel any lesser third-civilization force?"Duverne's response was resolute, his tone carrying the weight of the unfolding tragedy.
"These aren't ordinary attackers. They're equipped with advanced weapons, steel landing crafts, and overwhelming firepower. We suspect their origins lie with civilizations far beyond our technological level—perhaps even those like Mu. But the critical point is this: they are targeting Parpaldian civilians, and we have no modern weaponry to counter them. Think of the families torn apart by their barbaric acts!"Before Marchand could reply, a deafening crash reverberated through Duverne's office. The Lieutenant shouted his final plea.
"SEND REINFORCEMENTS IMMEDIATELY! WE CAN'T HOLD—"The line abruptly fell silent, replaced by ominous thuds and a chilling stillness. Marchand froze, gripped by shock and fear. As the gravity of the situation dawned on him, he hastily switched to the Defense Ministry's secure channel, initiating an urgent radio call.A calm yet authoritative voice answered, "This is Supreme Commander Arde. Identify yourself."Marchand's voice, usually measured, now carried a palpable edge of panic.
"Commander Arde, this is Colonel Marchand. We've lost contact with Saint-Boyeux. The situation is dire. An unidentified enemy is launching a brutal and systematic assault on the city, slaughtering civilians en masse. Reinforcements must be deployed immediately!"Arde, ever composed, now allowed a rare note of uncertainty to creep into his tone.
"A coordinated attack? And we've lost communication entirely?""Yes, Commander," Marchand confirmed, his urgency undiminished. "Lieutenant Duverne's final transmission described advanced weaponry far beyond our capabilities. Civilians are the primary targets. The city's garrison and wyverns have been annihilated in the initial strike."For a brief moment, silence reigned as Arde absorbed the implications. Parpaldia had always repelled incursions from lesser civilizations with ease. But this report of superior technology and widespread devastation disrupted that confidence. Could this be the work of an advanced power? Even Mu or the Holy Mirishial Empire would not engage without triggering early detection systems."I will personally brief His Majesty Emperor Ludius," Arde declared, his voice steeled with determination. "In the meantime, mobilize our forces. Dispatch one thousand soldiers and two Wyvern Knights to reclaim Saint-Boyeux. We must regain control."Colonel Marchand saluted, immediately relaying the orders. Within moments, the Esthirant military base erupted into a flurry of activity. Alarms blared, officers shouted commands, and the city's garrison prepared for deployment.Meeting in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace, EsthirantWithin the opulent grand hall of the royal palace, light from elaborate crystal chandeliers danced off gilded walls and dark crimson carpets, casting an air of regal authority over the gathering. Emperor Ludius, draped in a black and gold-embroidered imperial robe, sat imposingly on his gilded throne. Prime Minister Kaios stood to his right, while Supreme Commander Arde, flanked by senior military generals, high-ranking diplomats, and administrative officials, assembled below with expressions of barely contained tension.The emperor stroked his neatly trimmed beard, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room. A flick of his hand summoned Arde to step forward.
"Supreme Commander Arde," Emperor Ludius began, his voice commanding and deliberate, "report the specifics of the situation in Saint-Boyeux."Arde approached with a bow and spoke with gravitas.
"Your Majesty, early this morning, the port city of Saint-Boyeux came under attack by an unidentified armed force. According to Lieutenant Pierre Duverne's final transmission before communications were severed, the enemy employed weapons of mass destruction with unprecedented lethality. Civilians are being massacred in horrifying numbers, and the attackers display no regard for humanity. Hours ago, we also lost contact with the reinforcements dispatched to the city."The hall fell into a deathly silence, Arde's words landing like thunderclaps. The weight of the revelation was palpable, with nobles and officials whispering anxiously among themselves."Preposterous!" Prime Minister Kaios shattered the silence, slamming his hand on the table. "An essential city like Saint-Boyeux, overrun? The Parpaldian military could crush any third-civilization force with ease!"Arde maintained his composure, though his tone grew firm.
"Prime Minister, this is no ordinary threat. Lieutenant Duverne's report mentions steel ships and weaponry capable of annihilating our forces from unimaginable ranges. We suspect the attackers may belong to a more advanced civilization.""An advanced civilization?" Royal Adviser Ruperther interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Are you suggesting entities like Mu or Ravernal?"Arde nodded solemnly.
"Precisely, Lord Ruperther. However, the brutality and irrationality of the attack make it difficult to believe these actions are from a nation bound by the norms of a higher civilization. The indiscriminate targeting of civilians, including women and children, is unheard of—even the Ravernal Empire, as recorded in history, did not stoop to such barbarity."Emperor Ludius furrowed his brow.
"Such barbarism... It hardly aligns with the conduct of great powers."Kaios hastily chimed in, his tone almost defensive.
"Perhaps this is the work of insurgents or pirates from a lesser nation, carrying out an opportunistic raid on Saint-Boyeux—""Impossible, Prime Minister," Arde interrupted, his voice now laced with urgency. "This is a coordinated assault. The enemy is equipped with advanced munitions and unprecedented war machines. Saint-Boyeux fell within hours, its entire garrison annihilated. Even our wyverns, once unmatched in aerial supremacy, were reportedly destroyed by unfamiliar weaponry."Gasps filled the hall, and a wave of unease swept through the assembly. The notion of wyverns being so easily neutralized was unthinkable for the Parpaldian Empire, the unchallenged military hegemon of the Philades continent.Kaios's composure cracked, and he turned to the emperor with a visible trace of concern.
"Your Majesty, if the Supreme Commander's account is accurate, we are not facing an ordinary foe. This is a technologically superior adversary. I urge the immediate deployment of additional reinforcements, including wyvern cavalry, and the mobilization of reconnaissance units to ascertain the enemy's identity."A measured voice interrupted.
"Your Majesty," spoke Lord Inos, the Director of Strategy, rising from his seat, "we must proceed cautiously. If these enemies truly hail from a first or second civilization, engaging them without adequate intelligence could plunge us into an unwinnable conflict."Arde countered decisively.
"Lord Inos, inaction will guarantee Saint-Boyeux's fall. Losing the city would not only cripple our strategic position but also erode the populace's trust in the imperial military and the crown. I recommend a dual strategy: dispatch reinforcements immediately while launching an expedited investigation into the enemy's origins."Emperor Ludius remained silent, his expression inscrutable as he weighed the arguments. Finally, his voice, steely and resolute, cut through the tension.
"Arde, you will take command of this campaign. I authorize the mobilization of additional forces from nearby garrisons, including two thousand troops and the wyvern units stationed in the capital. Kaios, you will oversee intelligence coordination to ensure swift identification of our adversary. I expect an initial report within three days."Both men bowed deeply, their voices uniting in a firm, "As Your Majesty commands."The emperor rose from his throne, his piercing gaze sweeping the assembly like a blade.
"The Parpaldian Empire will not falter. Let these barbarians understand that to challenge us is to court annihilation."A resounding cheer of "Long live the Emperor!" erupted in the hall, though the shadow of dread lingered in the eyes of many. They faced an enemy unlike any before—a foe cloaked in mystery and armed with terrifying power.Three Days Later: Western Military Station, EsthirantThe piercing whistle of a steam locomotive echoed through the soot-streaked military station, drowning in the clamor of soldiers and the metallic screech of cargo being loaded. The air was thick with coal smoke and tension as the empire's war machine roared to life.Corporal Laurent, a young soldier with his steel helmet askew and a bulging pack on his back, stood amidst the chaos. Around him, comrades hustled to assemble under the stern commands of officers. Most were fresh recruits, their faces betraying a mix of eagerness and unease as they prepared to board the trains."Move faster! Imperial soldiers do not dawdle!" barked a lieutenant, his voice cutting through the cacophony. Officers wielding batons directed troops into formation, ensuring an orderly boarding process.Laurent turned to his friend Benoit, a grizzled soldier whose weathered face bore an air of nonchalance.
"What do you think of this campaign?" Laurent asked hesitantly. "There are rumors about strange forces attacking Saint-Boyeux..."Benoit chuckled dryly, adjusting the musket slung over his shoulder.
"Rumors are rumors. Likely just a clever band of pirates. Don't fret, Laurent. The Parpaldian military is invincible on this continent."Laurent didn't respond, his mind swirling with fragments of reports: steel monstrosities, unimaginable weapons, wyverns falling from the sky. The empire's might seemed irrelevant against such descriptions.As the troops filed into the carriages of a massive steel train painted in imperial red and blue, Laurent climbed into the fourth carriage with his unit. Soldiers packed into wooden benches, their muskets and backpacks crammed beneath their feet. The glint of bayonets caught the dim light filtering through small windows.The train jolted forward with a groan, its steel wheels grinding against the tracks. Laurent watched the spires of Esthirant recede into the distance, their golden tips shrouded by a thick veil of smoke.A grizzled sergeant strode into the carriage, his booming voice commanding attention.
"Listen up, men! We are bound for Saint-Boyeux to crush the enemy! Pay no heed to wild rumors. The Parpaldian Empire cannot be defeated! Remember, our mission is to uphold the honor of His Majesty!"A chorus of "For Emperor Ludius!" erupted, fervent and resolute, yet Laurent remained silent, a gnawing unease settling in his gut. His thoughts drifted to his family in a distant countryside, and a single question echoed in his mind:
"Will I ever see them again?"The train plunged into a tunnel, the outside light extinguished as darkness enveloped the carriage. The rhythmic clatter of steel wheels and the heavy breathing of soldiers filled the void. Laurent clutched the strap of his pack tightly and whispered to himself:
"We will prevail... won't we?"The train surged onward, carrying with it the hopes, pride, and fears of Parpaldia's soldiers toward a battle they were woefully unprepared to comprehend.March 30, 1639, Morning in Ragna, Capital of the Gra Valkas EmpireThe rhythmic patter of rain on the tall glass windows woke Cielia Oudwin before her alarm had a chance to ring. Gray light filtered into her spacious, luxurious apartment, casting soft, indistinct shadows on the gleaming marble floor. Outside, Ragna City—the crown jewel of the Gra Valkas Empire—lay shrouded in a torrential downpour. From her penthouse, the usual view of bustling streets stretching to the distant harbor was obscured by cascading sheets of rain.Cielia rose slowly from her opulent bed, her silk robe lightly draped around her shoulders as she made her way across the room. With practiced ease, she twisted the knob of the radio sitting on an intricately carved oak table. A faint crackle broke the morning silence before the calm voice of the broadcaster filled the air."Good morning, citizens of Ragna. It's now 7:00 AM. Expect consistent rainfall throughout the day, with moderate winds blowing from the southeast. A low-pressure system is moving across the Gra Valka Bay, so if you're heading to work, don't forget your umbrella. Temperatures will remain a cool 14 degrees Celsius. More updates to follow."There was a brief pause as the announcer transitioned to a more somber tone."In breaking news, authorities have confirmed the complete loss of all communication with nations beyond the continent of Gaia. It has been two weeks since trade, travel, and any form of contact with the rest of the world ceased without explanation. Experts and the Imperial Government are continuing their efforts to investigate the cause of this unprecedented event. Citizens are urged to remain calm as more details come to light.""In related news, the Empire's economy continues to feel the strain of this isolation. Stock prices have fallen for the twelfth consecutive day, with economists warning that the ongoing recession could deepen further if global trade is not restored soon. Food imports have slowed, industrial production is experiencing supply shortages, and businesses across the Empire are beginning to feel the pressure. The Imperial administration assures the public that contingency plans are being implemented to stabilize the situation."Another pause, as though to allow the gravity of the news to sink in, before the announcer's tone shifted, resolute and defiant."However, let us not forget the victories that showcase the strength and prowess of our Empire. Just this past week, the Imperial Navy crushed the resistance of the Kain Kingdom's puppet state in a decisive battle. The swift victory is a testament to the discipline of our armed forces and the unyielding power of the Gra Valkas Empire. Our enemies are no match for the ingenuity and might of our people! Together, we shall endure and triumph over these uncertain times."Cielia froze, her hand hovering over the radio. Her sharp mind immediately began parsing the implications. All communication lost... for two weeks... the economy struggling... and yet, they were still boasting about victories? Her thoughts raced. The Gra Valkas Empire, with all its might, had never faced anything as enigmatic as this. She turned to gaze out the rain-streaked window, her expression unreadable as droplets slid down the glass like silent tears.The Empire prided itself on being unshakable, but this... this was something altogether different.Bundled in a navy-blue trench coat, Cielia exited her apartment, the clicking of her heels echoing across the polished floor of the lobby. Outside, the rain pounded relentlessly against the sleek, black surface of the government-issued car waiting at the curb. The driver, a young man in a pristine uniform, stepped out quickly to open the door for her. She nodded her thanks and slipped into the warm, leather interior."Good morning, Madam Oudwin," the driver greeted, his tone formal yet respectful. "Destination: Government Diplomatic Office?""Yes, thank you," she replied, her voice calm but tinged with urgency.The car glided smoothly through Ragna's rain-slicked streets. Normally bustling avenues were quieter than usual, the economic downturn and unrelenting rain seeming to dampen the city's characteristic vibrancy. Shops were shuttered, and the few pedestrians braving the weather hurried under umbrellas, heads bowed against the downpour. Cielia watched the city pass by, her mind preoccupied with the troubling updates from the radio.The loss of communication with the outside world was unlike anything the Empire had ever encountered. For two weeks, every attempt to reach allied or rival nations had been met with silence. Even the recent defeat of the Kain Kingdom carried an eerie undertone; the Kain forces had vanished from the conflict, leaving their allies to face the full might of the Gra Valkas Navy. The Empire declared victory, but the circumstances only deepened the mystery.The car pulled up to the grand façade of the Government Diplomatic Office, its towering columns and intricate stonework a testament to the Empire's majesty. The driver stepped out once more, umbrella in hand, to escort Cielia to the entrance. She stepped out, the cold rain briefly brushing her coat before the umbrella shielded her."Thank you," she said curtly, ascending the steps to the imposing double doors. Inside, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs buzzed with activity despite the grim circumstances. Diplomats, aides, and officials moved with purpose, their expressions serious. Cielia took a deep breath, straightened her coat, and headed briskly toward her office. There was much to do, and the Empire demanded answers.Minutes later, she stood before the entrance to the grand conference room. Inside, a palpable tension and urgency hung in the air. Seated around a polished mahogany table were key figures: Minister of Foreign Affairs Mopaul, Minister of Economic Development Deltross, and several senior officials. Conversations hushed as she entered, all eyes turning to her."Thank you for joining us, Director Oudwin," Mopaul began, gesturing for her to sit. "Let's get straight to the point. Our primary focus today is expediting economic integration with Myrakla and Yulkon. These nations hold the resources and influence we need to stabilize our position amid the current crisis."Deltross leaned forward, his expression grave. "With the ongoing recession and the isolation we face, securing these alliances is no longer a strategic option—it is a necessity. Their markets and resources can provide the relief our industries desperately need."Cielia nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sharp. "Diplomatic pressure alone won't suffice. We must align their economic interests with ours, offering trade terms that make dependence on the Empire not only beneficial but inevitable. However, we must tread carefully to avoid appearing overbearing."Mopaul exchanged a glance with Deltross before continuing. "Agreed. Additionally, we are planning to expand exploratory efforts to seek new territories—unclaimed lands that could provide untapped resources and opportunities. With external powers absent, this could be our chance to secure long-term dominance."Cielia's interest piqued. "New territories? Do we have preliminary data or target regions?"An aide stepped forward, unfurling a map on the table. Several areas on the fringes of the known world were marked in red. "Our navy and air force are preparing expeditions to these regions. If successful, we could discover fertile lands, mineral-rich zones, or even new civilizations to bring under our influence."Deltross raised an eyebrow, his tone cautious. "The costs of such endeavors will be enormous. Can we justify this when the economy is already strained?"Mopaul's expression hardened. "We cannot afford not to. The Empire thrives on expansion, and if these lands provide the resources we need, they could be the key to ending this recession and securing our future."Cielia leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. The stakes were high, but so were the potential rewards. "Then let's ensure these plans are executed flawlessly. Failure is not an option."The room fell silent as the weight of their mission settled over them. Everyone present understood that the decisions made here could shape the future of the Gra Valkas Empire for generations to come.The Indian FleetThe salty sea breeze whipped against the ensigns of the Indian fleet, their vibrant colors defiantly soaring against the vast, cloud-laden sky. Admiral Arjun Singh stood resolute on the bridge of INS Vikramaditya, his piercing gaze fixed on the horizon. Initially, this formidable fleet had embarked on its journey with a clear mandate: to establish diplomatic and commercial ties with the Parpaldian Empire, a dominant power in this unfamiliar world. However, the stark realities of their expedition and the evolving geopolitical landscape demanded a reevaluation of their priorities.News of the fleet's progress had reached the ears of their allied nations, who had initially joined this venture with high hopes. Yet, as the weeks stretched into months, the harsh conditions, logistical strains, and diminishing returns of pressing deeper into uncharted waters began to test the alliance's unity. By the time the fleet reached the outer edges of Parpaldian-controlled seas, half of their allied ships had turned back, opting to regroup at their home ports and refocus on domestic concerns.Now, only the Indian Navy's vessels remained—a testament to their resolve but also a sobering reminder of the risks ahead. Reconnaissance reports and intercepted communications painted a troubling picture of Parpaldia's imperialist tendencies. Yet, it was the neighboring nation of Altaras that captured Admiral Singh's attention.Turning to his second-in-command, Captain Meera Patil, who was meticulously reviewing a stack of freshly declassified intelligence reports, Singh spoke with quiet intensity.
"Captain," he began, his tone measured, "Parpaldia can wait. Our focus is shifting. Altaras—"
"A puppet state under their control," Meera interjected, her sharp intellect quickly aligning with Singh's thoughts. "Do you believe they would be more receptive to external diplomacy?"
Singh nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Not just that. Altaras represents an opportunity. A strategic foothold in this region. From what our intelligence suggests, their populace might not be entirely aligned with Parpaldia's agenda. If we navigate this correctly, we could establish a rapport and gain deeper insights into the geopolitical dynamics here—without provoking outright hostilities with a Napoleonic superpower."Meera hesitated, her eyes flicking to the naval map sprawled before them. "But approaching Altaras could be seen by Parpaldia as an act of interference."
"They will see it as such," Singh replied, his voice firm. "But our presence here is already disruptive. We cannot sit idly by and allow Parpaldia to dictate the terms of engagement."That evening, the fleet altered course, its ships veering southward toward the island nation of Altaras. The decision sparked mixed reactions among the crew, but Singh's unwavering leadership left no room for dissent. Sailors worked tirelessly to adjust their trajectory, the distant silhouettes of retreating allied ships fading from view as the Indian vessels forged ahead alone.As the fleet entered Altarasian waters, the rain-soaked peaks of the island nation began to materialize on the horizon. The crew, fatigued yet determined, braced for whatever reception awaited them. For Singh and his fleet, this was no longer merely an expedition—it was a test of India's resolve in an uncharted world.The Skies Above AltarasHigh above the turbulent waves of the Altarasian Sea, the sleek form of a Parpaldian wyvern rider cut through the skies. Captain Luthar Vynn, a seasoned aerial knight of the Parpaldian Royal Air Corps, guided his emerald-scaled steed with practiced precision. The creature's powerful wings beat rhythmically, propelling them through the salty air. The mission was routine: a reconnaissance patrol along the southern maritime border, safeguarding the Empire's dominance and monitoring potential threats.But as Luthar's sharp eyes scanned the endless blue expanse below, a sight arrested his attention. At first, it appeared as a cluster of indistinct dots on the horizon. Narrowing his gaze, he urged his wyvern to descend slightly for a clearer view. The dots grew larger, transforming into ships—dozens of them. His pulse quickened.
"What in the name of the gods...?" he muttered under his breath.This fleet was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Massive warships bristling with weaponry, their hulls adorned with unfamiliar designs, sliced through the water with purpose. Their formation was tight and disciplined, their sheer size dwarfing any Parpaldian naval forces he had seen. The number of vessels stretched beyond the limits of his vision, a testament to the overwhelming naval might of this unknown force.Instinctively, Luthar pulled the reins, guiding his wyvern to ascend to a safer altitude to avoid detection. His mind raced as he processed the implications of what he was witnessing. While Imperial intelligence had noted the emergence of foreign fleets in this world, nothing could have prepared them for such a monumental force. And here it was—not in Parpaldian waters, but perilously close to Altaras, a vassal state under the Empire's control.With his heart pounding, Luthar directed his wyvern toward the distant cliffs where the nearest outpost lay. The thought of this fleet nearing Altaras sent a chill down his spine. If they chose to strike, Altaras would be defenseless, and even the formidable Parpaldian Navy would struggle to mount an effective response.Within an hour, Luthar burst into the command chamber of the southern reconnaissance base, his wyvern's claws still steaming from its abrupt landing. Officers turned as he entered, his face pale and breath labored.
"Captain Vynn," barked Commander Almeric, the grizzled officer in charge. "What is the meaning of this? Report!"Luthar snapped to attention, his voice steady despite the urgency in his tone. "Sir, I've sighted a massive foreign fleet in the Altarasian Sea. Dozens of warships—no, more. Their size and scale dwarf anything we've ever encountered. They're heading toward Altaras."The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling heavily over those present. Almeric's brows furrowed as he processed the report.
"You're certain of this, Captain?" the commander asked.
"Absolutely, sir. Their vessels bear no resemblance to anything in our records. If they move against Altaras, resistance will be futile."To Luthar's surprise, Almeric did not react with alarm but instead stroked his chin thoughtfully. The tension in the room was palpable as he finally spoke.
"A fleet of this magnitude... this close to Altaras? This is no coincidence. But we cannot act rashly." He turned to his aides. "Relay an alert to the nearest naval fleet. I want them mobilized to observe and shadow this foreign armada, but under no circumstances are they to engage unless provoked. Our priority is intelligence, not confrontation."Addressing the gathered officers, Almeric continued, "This fleet represents a potential shift in the balance of power. But we must not let fear dictate our actions. For now, we will treat this fleet as neutral. They may be heading to Altaras for reasons unrelated to us. A hostile move on our part could spark a war we are not prepared for."The officers nodded, their expressions grave yet resolute. Luthar felt a flicker of relief at the commander's measured approach. Almeric turned back to him.
"Captain Vynn, I need a detailed report on everything you observed—every ship, every formation, every insignia. Leave nothing out. And Captain..."
"Yes, sir?"
"Well done. Your vigilance may have given us the time we need to prepare."Luthar saluted crisply before exiting the chamber, his mind lingering on the sight of the fleet. He could only hope the commander's cautious strategy would hold, for if that armada harbored hostile intentions, even the mighty Parpaldian Empire might find itself outmatched.The southern fleet of Parpaldia soon began its cautious approach toward the foreign armada, its sleek warships cutting through the Altarasian Sea with deliberate purpose. On the flagship, Admiral Ilgard, a stoic and calculating veteran, oversaw the operation with steady hands.
"What is the distance to the foreign fleet?" Ilgard asked, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Thirty kilometers, sir," his navigator replied. "We're maintaining a position at the edge of their projected course."
"Good. Hold this distance and signal all ships: no provocative actions. Our objective is observation and contact, not conflict."A young officer stepped forward, saluting sharply. "Admiral, should we prepare a delegation to establish communication?"
Ilgard nodded. "Yes. Ready a team to approach under a flag of truce. We need to ascertain their intentions. If they're merely passing through, we'll escort them as a gesture of goodwill. If not..." His voice trailed off, his steely gaze fixed on the horizon. "We will adapt accordingly."As the fleet advanced steadily, narrowing the gap with calculated caution, every sailor and officer aboard remained on edge. The distant sight of the Indian fleet—a formidable mass on the horizon—filled many with unease. Yet, under Ilgard's command, the Parpaldian Navy maintained its composure, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
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