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Commander Piotr sat in his command vehicle directing his forces from the back line. With little forces remaining after the initial orbital strike, the Verdant Kingdom was struggling to maintain a defensive foothold. The enemy had weaker vehicles and lighter assets, but they had him outmatched over 3 to 1 in numbers, a situation he wished had never happened.He watched the battle unfold through his displays with reconnaissance quadrotor drones deployed by the recon teams and infantry squads, enabling him and his forces greater situational awareness to respond more efficiently against the enemy. Anti-air guns swept the skies clean off anything in the air while battle tanks attacked enemy armor and supported their own infantry. Precise artillery support thinned the enemy forces where a suitable target was found, maneuvering constantly to avoid counter-battery fire. The number of assets Piotr had to manage was pushing him to his absolute limit. He pushed on, however, understanding that the defense had to stand as long as possible.“Commander Piotr,” his radio crackled to life, drawing Piotr’s attention away from the chaos of battle, “We are running low on munitions for our battle tanks and missile squads. If their offensive doesn’t let up, we’ll be overrun soon.”The radio fell silent for less than a second before sounding again. “We’ve lost almost all of our AA guns, their units are too quick! We need more AA support!”“There are too many of them! Where’s our artillery?” the radio blared, in an almost continuous barrage of shatter. “If only we had air support of our own.”“Too many of our men are wounded, we can’t keep fighting like this!”One of the reports were just a loud scream as the near-silent sound of lasers sweeping the area were heard in the background.“Commander, where are you?”Piotr felt a chill in his spine as he listened to them coming in all at once. He had never had reports this closely spaced before, and realized upon checking his connection that the satellite uplink was being disrupted. He wasn’t present for the reports because their calls had never reached him in time. The front line had already collapsed, and he never realized it.“Damn it all!” his grumbled, slamming his fist on the command desk. He took stock of his forces, the strategic map displaying allied and enemy assets and movements in real-time. Too many of his units had fallen under his command, and troop morale couldn’t have fallen any lower. He hesitated to call general command, understanding that the enemy was much more powerful than anticipated while wondering if the call would even get through with a crippled satcom network.The door to his CV had opened, his second-in-command panting. “Lieutenant Colonel, the situation has gone dire,” he stated, “Every single one of our frontline units has fallen, and the Invaders are advancing on our position fast. We do not have the resources to hold the line, let alone push back the enemy.”“I know, and it’s not good,” Piotr replied, frustration welling up, “but I’ll be damned if I would let the enemy just walk into our Kingdom without a fight.” The 2iC grumbled. “It is not worth it. We’re throwing our men at the enemy with little effect, losing more than we gain. If we continue this pointless battle, there will be nothing left to resist them. Sometimes, it’s better to lose a battle to win another.”“Whether or not we choose to yield, there won't be a second battle to send them running,” Piotr retorted. “Our men are battered and bruised with no logistics to speak of and no satellite communications to coordinate our movements. Our army has no future in the face of the Invaders, so we may as well make them bleed while we still can.”“You don’t mean...”Piotr had his hand on the radio, but hesitated. He knew the men on the front were losing faith in him, with the satcom systems disrupted or destroyed—he could not tell—and his forces in disarray. “We shall fight to the last man,” he whispered, “But the men need me.”“Wait, Lieutenant Colonel!”But the Commander had made up his mind. “Send me to the front, right now,” he commanded the driver, who started the vehicle without hesitation. ‘If the satellites won’t work, maybe the local network will.’-=-=-=-=-=-“But Lady Farseer, it’s too dangerous to go by ground,” Dvalinn of the Stars, Magnhilda’s trusted bodyguard, exclaimed out of deep concern. “We don’t want to lose you, our capable commander, not when our entire fighting force is in disarray.”“With the destruction of the court, the regular military, and our beloved Kingdom, the people are vulnerable,” the Farseer replied with a steadfast resolve. “Dvalinn, I understand the dangers of going by land, but the people of the Azure Leaf need a strong leader to bring them together; without one they would fracture under the pressure of reality.”“The people can handle themselves, my Lady,” he reasoned, “While they may not have a leader to rely upon, they have each other to put their trust in. It’s not worth the risk.”She let out a deep sigh, looking out the window as the airlifters outside began to load up on supplies. “There was a saying that goes, ‘Be like the fallen leaf that bends to the whims of the gentle breeze. Defy the wind like the hard fir tree and fall at the mercy of the frozen gale.’ I never liked that saying, if I’m being honest. Why the leaders of our Kingdom had accepted this line of thinking is beyond me. After all, how can we ever hope to keep our sovereignty if the people in the highest power were to simply bend to the whims of those who wish them gone?” Magnhilda shook her head as she took a sip of Azuleah tea from her thermos. “With all that being said, I wish to be the beacon that inspires them to keep pushing forward, to not succumb to the slightest setback or collapse under the burden of responsibility. To do what the Queen could not and lead the people responsibly.”“I hate to have to say this, but our Lady is right,” one of the elite Guards added. “We are of no help to the people on the ground, and with even the Queen surrendering to the enemy without a fight, the sight of our airlifters leaving without them would only incite fear and despair. We cannot assume the people would stick together when their entire lives were turned on its head overnight. They do require a leader, and while it hurts to see her go, the people need her more than we do.” They turned to face Magnhilda, bowing before her in respect. “Please, do for the people what you have done for us all these years. Be their light in the snow-covered darkness of tomorrow and lead them well.”Dvalinn rubbed his forehead in frustration, ultimately relenting. “Well, if you truly believe that the people need you, no one in this room can stop you if not even I could do so.” He solemnly knelt before her, helmet held in his hands. “But as per my duty as your loyal guardian, I must follow you on the ground to ensure your health and safety.”His declaration impressed Magnhilda somewhat, staying true to his oath to protect her. “I see,” she responded with a low nod. “Very few people would put themselves at risk just to save the life of the person they love. While I appreciate your resolve, you are right in some way. I can’t leave the Azure Guard without a leader to take my place.”She unsheathed a short straight-edged sword, a ceremonial item in the age of firearms and artillery, inspecting the blade while addressing him directly. “Therefore, as my departure will leave you without a leader for a time, I shall declare you the temporary commander of the Azure Guard in my absence.” The flat of the blade laid on Dvalinn’s head between his fuzzy ears. Addressing the other elite guards in the room, she added, “If I do not make it out alive one way or another, Commander Dvalinn shall be appointed your new Leader.”Dvalinn was shocked, almost raising his head in impulse. “Me, the Commander of the Azure Guard?” As the blade was lifted off of his head, he turned around to see the elite guards genuflecting before him and Magnhilda. “But I’m not sure if I could handle this. I’ve not had much training.”“But you already have,” she smiled, “In your undying faith in me and the Azure Guard, your devotion to our cause, and your endless generosity to those under your command, you have all the ingredients necessary to lead the Azure Guard to the future. The Guard knows you as well as they know me, and they recognize that you have the capability to lead them, even if you never knew it.”“Sir Dvalinn, we will serve you as we have served Lady Farseer,” the guards declared in unison, “Lead us in her absence, and we shall follow your command.”-=-=-=-=-=-It was a terrible day for Captain Firuz on the front, dug up in kilometers upon kilometers of trenches. Known for holding the record for the highest ambient temperature in Amseog, the searing desert sun basked the men defending and holding the line, causing discomfort and an ever-increasing number of heat- and dehydration-affected men. With half-effective logistics and a severe lack of transports supplying men, food, and water, the captain became worried that the defense would crumble with a lack of able soldiers.“Reloading AA! Keep them pinned onto the ground!”He understood that the enemy enjoyed uncontested air superiority; their winged physiology demanded flight, so he had requested for anti-air weapons to be fielded near the winding trench system, slowing down the enemy offensive by forcing their highly mobile aerial infantry onto the ground and denying any form of air support. Through his binocular magnifiers, he was also able to note that the Invaders too were being affected by the heat, perhaps more so due to their black plumage. It was a game of attrition, a battle to see who would end up succumbing to the desert heat.“Backblast clear! Take that you avianoid scum!”Fortunately for his forces, the enemy armor didn’t seem as advanced as their own, which enabled them access to cheaper and more numerous past-generation AT weapons that would have been ineffective against a heavier and more modern platform. Perhaps they may figure out better designs for their armored vehicles to better withstand these inferior rockets, but he hoped that they weren’t already on the way. Despite the success of the defensive line, he couldn’t help but feel as though the enemy’s numbers weren’t dropping nearly as fast, if at all, with how much ammunition they had already spent.“Shit, we’re all out of AF shells! Switching to standard proxy HE.”Or perhaps was it an effect of their pre-emptive strike against their caches and airbases, crippling any sort of organized defense they could muster? Either way, he disliked how the battle was progressing, locked into a stalemate that was slowly being broken by the unending onslaught of the Invaders.“—no matter what happens, we will defend our lands to the very last soul. For the Sunflare Kingdom!”Firuz had to give it to his men, they are holding the ground very well despite the harsh sunlight, befitting of the enduring Sunflare Kingdom. But he had to wonder, just how long could the soldiers keep up their high spirits? It had been 5 days since the invasion, and most of their advanced materiel and supplies—at least the ones that survived the first strike—had run out completely. They were operating on old stock and obsolescing technology, scraping by just barely while the enemy still had their best weapons. If things kept dragging on forever, the men might lose hope and the enemy could capitalize on such a loss of morale.“Keep it up, the enemy front is halting! Suppress them, slow them down!”At the end of the day, such is the reality of war. There is only so much one could do to keep morale high through stories and myths, but when the dust settles, there is only man, shellshocked and unresponsive to the death and destruction surrounding them, whose only thought is for the fighting to stop. Captain Firuz wishes to avoid such a situation wherein his men lose the will to fight and surrender to the enemy, burdening him with a terrible responsibility to end the fighting in a way that achieves victory against the Invaders.“What air support? Didn’t you hear; they destroyed the airfields!”The never-ending back-and-forth gave him pause to weigh his options and consider various possibilities. Firuz closed his eyes, using his other senses to feel out the battlefield, visualizing the events that were occurring to the tiniest detail in his mind’s eye. He weighed all of his options through which he was able to glean from previous intel and the current battle, focusing his senses on the enemy movements on the ground by feeling out the dirt from which he sat, a feat that very few could master in their lifetime.“Sniper, Sniper! Heads down!”The Captain understood immediately that this was a battle that they couldn’t win by sheer offensive power... but victory can be achieved by other means.“The battle ahead is a long one, so stay strong my men!” he uttered through the radio with a gravelly voice that one could think came from an elder. “The enemy may be numerous but our resolve is as infinite as the stars.”-=-=-=-=-=-“Have the next batch of rotorlifters finished loading up on supplies?” the logistics officer in charge of the operation asked one of the ground crew. Having stored a large reserve of aircraft and rotorcraft inside the mountain fortresses mean that they were the only Kingdom left capable of high-volume logistics and transport for the evacuation of their people. This put them in a strong position, offering the other Kingdoms who were hit much harder their logistics and evacuation services in exchange for military support in the form of advanced weapons and armor.“Affirmitive, sir,” they replied, “Everything is moving along on schedule. At this rate, we can secure every active front line and halt the Invaders’ advance.”“I trust that the loaded equipment is well secured, then? Losing vital equipment, let alone a rotorlifter due to dislodged cargo, would be incredibly costly for us and the future of Amseog.”“Our team’s triple-checked the straps and latches, they won’t move a single millimeter.”The logistics officer nodded in approval. “There are reports of a returning team of rotorlifters disappearing over the Jeonmang Ocean.” There was a tension in the air as the officer continued, “We suspect enemy air activity in the region, so remind your team to load up on active countermeasures and decoys. It doesn’t matter if the delivery gets delayed, we’d rather lose an hour than lose even more rotorlifters.”“Understood, sir. We’ll get started on the countermeasure systems.”As they rushed to the loaded rotorlifters, the officer turned to his tablet computer to manage and coordinate the massive effort in supplying the civilian populations with food, water, and other necessities, as well as rearming and resupplying the local forces with Central Kingdom weapons and munitions. Using a SUGAR utility to automate certain processes like identification/validation, flight planning and scheduling, and tracking the performance and health of each craft’s components and systems, it enables him to devote his full attention to direct which supplies were loaded into the free rotorlifters depending on the recipient.With a sip of kaffocherry, he proceeded to make his way to another rotorport to check up on the incoming transports. From his tablet, he deftly navigated to the communications channel to talk to the Fortress General.“How are our own units faring, General?” the logistics officer asked.“Everything deployed outside our fortress walls have been crippled, and whatever resistance is being mounted are crumbling fast,” the general replied. “I suggest saving the transports and reassigning them to the ongoing airlift operation.”“Understood,” he confirmed, “I will relay these orders on the logistics network.”The general added, “Oh, and there has been a development on advanced countermeasures that may be valuable to you.” The message had a video attachment that depicted a cockpit point-of-view film showing enemy missile signatures in the display missing the craft by kilometers. “The prototype false-signature decoys worked as expected, and the R&D division deemed it ready enough to be retrofitted to the rotorlifters.”He nodded gently before responding. “Acknowledged. This will help in the survivability of the transports, especially with the Invaders holding near-uncontested air superiority all over the planet.”He tabbed out of the thread and returned to the logistics planner, satisfied with the new developments. Although, he had a sneaking suspicion that something was being hidden from him.-=-=-=-=-=-High Commander Hosu was sat in the control room, rapping his fingers on the desk in anticipation. He had received word from the Central Kingdom that the enemy was advancing rapidly, crippling the defenses and leaving very little left to defend the attacks. With the emergency request to launch strategic weapons against the enemy forces on the planet and in orbit, the high commander sent out a message to every submarine fleet in the Jamsuham Saryongbu, ordering them to ready their payloads as soon as possible to be launched on command.“There has been no response from the 7th Strategic Launch Fleet, high commander,” the communications officer reported to Hosu, “All of the fleets we’ve reached are ready to fire at your command, but without the 7th’s heavy warheads, there is no guarantee that our retaliatory strike will be effective.”Hosu groaned. “That is an issue.” Only two fleets under the submarine command had the necessary hardware to attack enemy targets in low to medium orbit, and the 8th Orbital Defense Fleet lacked the ordnance necessary to reliably take down the orbiting warships. And with the destruction of most of the naval bases and ports, refitting a fleet to carry the heavy warheads was impossible. “See to it that the connection goes through. We cannot let this effort go to waste, or the enemy will realize what’s going on and deny us the second chance.“Affirmative, sir,” the officer replied.He looked at the world view from his displays, showing the entire planet of Amseog in high fidelity. Dotted along the large bodies of water were markers, indicating the locations of every submarine fleet under his command, as well as the tactical missile submarines and surface vessels of the Kingdoms. Every fleet on the list was accounted for in the map, except for the missing 7th fleet. There were only two possibilities here, he thought. Either the fleet had gone radio silent to prevent the enemy from intercepting any background emissions from the commlink, or more likely, the 7th fleet had been caught out by the orbital strike while at port. He hoped it was the former, but the loss of one of their most powerful assets would severely hamper their ability to defend the planet from further attacks.With the assumption that the 7th fleet was killed in the opening attack, he decided to reformulate the counter-offensive strategy without them. “24th Strategic Launch Fleet, split your forces and reassign half of your submarines to hit orbit,” he commanded through an ELF network allowing for underwater communications. “13th Fleet, join up with the 24th Strategic Launch Fleet to assist in their inland bombardment.”“Affirmative,” replied the captains of each fleet, one after the other. The High Commander watched as the map slowly updated, the two fleets repositioning themselves in accordance to the given commands. The schedule was incredibly tight, and he needed them in position before the opportunity to simultaneously hurt the enemy orbital fleet and bombard the invading ground forces was missed. “Orbital, how long have we got before the intercept is no longer possible?” he asked.“Only 5 minutes remain before the first possible intercept trajectory is passed,” the orbital intercept officer replied, “10 minutes before we can no longer hit them.”There was no more time to waste, Hosu knew. With the current available forces, the best-case scenario required the absolute best timing in order to take the enemy fleet by surprise and eradicate the enemy ground forces all at once, buying everyone on the ground precious time to recover and consolidate their forces. Even a realistic outcome that a warship was downed in spite of the enemy realizing the attack would be ideal. But in the worst-case scenario......he refused to think about it.Hosu watched the clock, watching the fleets settle into their new position in the longest 5 minutes of his life, eyeing the orbital map at the same time and hoping for the best. As the final minute began ticking down, he ran through every possible scenario in his head in preparation for the final launch. They had only one chance to perform the strike, and he cannot let it fail.30 seconds. The High Commander opened the communication channels to all submarine fleets all over the world, issuing the fleet-wide command. “All forces, open your silos and prepare to fire.”20 seconds. Each fleet responded in sequence, one after the other. “Affirmative. Missiles ready for launch.”10 seconds. He watched the screens in anticipation. There was no turning back now.5 seconds.4.3.2.1.“Launch!”-=-=-=-=-=-The oceans of Amseog undulated with a chaotic rhythm, waves bobbing up and down undisturbed being void of any surface activity. A flock of small seabirds skimmed the surface, searching for their prey in the vast marine expanse, thinking only to fill their stomachs with food. It didn’t know that the planet they were on was under attack; it knew little beyond the invisible ceiling of their flight and the waters on which they fed. It was equally unaware of the deep underwater presence beneath the waves, for its prey never strayed far from the surface.The waters around the seabirds suddenly began to rumble, an unnatural phenomenon quite unlike anything else they had ever felt. Sensing danger, the flock quickly took off from the surface and into the salty air moments before large, flaming cylinders broke through the ocean surface. It unleashed a massive spray of water as it rose from the depths, emitting an ear-shattering noise that disoriented the seabirds. The trail of white smoke, cloud-like in appearance, billowed out from the column of fire produced by the objects, propelling them to heights once impossible to reach for any object on the planet. A unique sight, marred by the deep history within the objects unknown to all but its unnatural creators.Once the objects reached a certain height, they began to tip over, a maneuver that would send them not only high up, but far away from the location they broke through from. The columns of fire expanded, growing ever wider as the air quickly thinned around them, until they burned no more. In a spectacular sequence of events, the objects broke in half, revealing a different column of fire, bluer and clearer, creating less smoke as they disappeared into the starry space above the sky, never to be seen from the oceans again.…“Form a hard defensive line around the perimeter!” Piotr commanded, “Do not let the enemy break through without resistance. We shall fight on to the last man in the name of our people, and our Kingdom!”His miraculous appearance on the front line raised the morale of the men who had assumed their Commander had abandoned them. Though they lacked numbers, weapons, and ammunition, they were determined not to back down without a fight as they pushed on against the Invaders. Little by little, the front was being whittled, and though the enemy was suffering losses, each soldier lost by the Verdant Army was far more costly. Despite this, Piotr remained determined in the face of death, making his last stand against a superior force to allow the people to evacuate and survive.“Commander!” a soldier hollered, barging into the command vehicle dripping blood from various wounds. He was barely able to stand, let alone talk with any strength, and yet he stood by the open door with a steely expression. “There are less than a couple dozen units left on the battlefield. The enemy has surrounded us completely, leaving us with no escape.”Piotr had resigned himself to his fate, but he knew what he was up for when he had first enlisted in the Verdant Army. “Understood, soldier,” he replied, neither angry or disappointed, but in a deep, solemn tone accepting of his fast-approaching death. It was no longer a matter of when, but instead a matter of how. “You know what to do, kiddo.”“Yes sir,” they replied, a smile forming on their face as he, too, accepted his fate. “Commander, it was an honor fighting with you.”Before Piotr could respond, there was a sudden flash of light in the distance. And then another, in a sequence of impacts that was reminiscent of a meteor shower. Except...“Likewise, soldier,” he uttered, his final words as the entire battlefield was quickly engulfed in nuclear fire.…“This way, people!” Magnhilda commanded, leading the exiled population into the transports as other teams guided the vehicles out of the terminal. “There’s only a dozen and six empty vehicles left. Decide which of your belongings you want to leave, as there is limited space in the trucks.”It was a difficult task leading the population and keeping their spirits high, and it became even more troubling when the amount of space available across all the available transports was not enough to accommodate everyone and their necessities. The airlifters would need to make a return trip to pick the rest up, but even she wasn’t confident that the aircraft could fit the rest either.“Lady Magnhilda, Lady Magnhilda!” yelled a young child as they ran towards her in distress. “I can’t find my pet monkeet!”She had quickly turned her attention to the child, unsure what to do. “Ah, don’t worry, my child,” she replied, “We’ll help you try to find it as soon as possible.”“Please do,” they cried, tears trickling down their fuzzy face, “he’s the only friend I’ve got. I don’t wanna lose him.”“It’s okay, little one. Just tell me what he looks like and we’ll find him quick.”As the child began to describe their pet, she began to reflect on her role in the Azure Leaf Exodus as the leader of the group. A responsibility far greater than she had ever undertaken in her time as the commander of the Azure Guard.Magnhilda was overcome by the sheer scale of the operation. She couldn’t simply do everything on her own as there was too many things to do for one soul to complete, nor could she give everyone a role in packing up and preparing for departure, expecting the population to be perfectly disciplined and coordinated as the Azure Guard was. No, there had to be a balance, and though she doesn’t believe she found it, it seemed to do the trick well enough.She nodded to the child, smiling. “Thank you, uh...”“Åste,” they replied. “Åste,” she repeated in acknowledgement, “I will tell the team to help look for a fuzzy black-and-white monkeet with a blue-and-black collar. Just stay with me so you may know when we find him.”“Thanks, Lady Magnhilda.”After relaying the message to the team, she continued directing the population and loading the trucks in the best way possible to minimize excess. Still, that meant hundreds of dozens of people left stranded, waiting for more free transports to pick them up. At that point, she thought, any additional vehicles would come too little too late, and that was a thought she refused to think about. As the transports reached full capacity, Magnhilda turned to the old capital of the Azure Leaf at the same time a bright flash assaulted her eyes. The intensity was so strong that it nearly blinded her, but the wave of heat that washed over her and the evacuation site was chilling. When she could see again, she bore witness to a horrible sight over the horizon, filling her with a sense of dread.She, and everyone around her, had just watched the annihilation of the Azure Leaf Kingdom.…It had been but an hour ago that the trenches were raging with activity, filled with soldiers desperately defending their kingdom from the Winged Invaders. Now, all there was, was silence.“Holy shit... what the hell was that? They’re just... gone!”At the first sign of an unnaturally bright flash, every single soldier in the trench ducked on instinct. Those who didn’t perished in the atomic flame that followed, combined with the percussive shockwave that shattered everything that wasn’t protected behind cover. It was one of the longest few minutes of the Sunflare Army’s career, waiting for the dust to settle as the enemy lines fell utterly silent.“O Divine, have mercy! I don’t wanna die!”It was a strange atmosphere, witnessing the plumes of several nuclear warheads detonating just above the enemy, flattening their forces utterly and completely. The sands upon which the enemy had once stood, melted into dark and dirty glass. It was a horrible level of destruction only ever seen in fiction, but to see and feel the detonation in person was a humbling experience.“If that was what it took to defeat them, why even fight on the front?”Captain Firuz could only dip his head, his thoughts a combination of disappointment and foreboding. If the great powers of the world needed to resort to nuclear bombardment to defeat the enemy, then it means that the entire world must have been overrun, the enemy too powerful to be stopped by conventional methods.After all, what else is left to fight for if the only way forward was with weapons of mass destruction?“Fall back and regroup,” Captain Firuz commanded his men, “We must take this opportunity to come up with better tactics against the endless foe, before they encroach upon us once more.”…“Did you just let our own men get nuked?” the logistics officer demanded, furious about the events that occurred beyond the mountain fortresses’ borders.The general sighed. “It was a necessary sacrifice to ensure the survival of our people.”“Horseshit! You could have notified them before just annihilating them in the crossfire,” the officer retorted.“They don’t have the speed nor the time. The enemy would just catch up to them, and nothing would have changed.”He grumbled, extremely annoyed at what happened. “Is that why you asked me to recall those rotorlifters? To doom the men at the front?”“We studied their weapons, formations, and tactics since the opening days of the invasion,” the strategist intervened, “The forces outside the fortresses were merely a stall tactic to gather more intel on the way they fight, and we have deemed it strategically advantageous for us to force them to fight in our mountains.”“To put it in simpler terms, yes. The men at the front were doomed from the very start.” The general sipped from his mug before continuing. “Of course, they still needed logistics to keep them from collapsing on the very first day, but you have to understand, Simjang, that some battles are meant to be lost.”“And you tell me this now, General?” Simjang replied with a lingering anger, “Hiding it from me until its execution rather than informing me from the very start?”“You are a crafty man,” the general answered, setting down the mug and leaning forward on his desk. “Had we informed you about the plan, you would have gone out of your way to thwart the plan. Perhaps you may have had a better idea, but it would ultimately be flawed as out enemy operates upon slightly different rules.”The logistics officer slumped onto his seat, arms crossed in frustration. “I still don’t agree that this was the best possible course of action.”“Whether or not it was the ideal solution is up for debate,” the strategist responded. “But it was the fastest course of action to deal with the Invaders. I understand your feelings, but what’s done cannot be undone.”“The only thing left to do is to figure out where to go from here,” spoke the general. “The future is still undecided, and with the time we have bought ourselves, it would be more productive to secure our resources and ensure adequate supply for us and our fellow Kingdoms.” Simjang could only stare blankly at him as he continued. “I hope you take it to heart that not everything can be saved, even with infinite time and effort at your disposal. You have to be ready to make difficult sacrifices at a moment's notice, as you will never know when fate catches up to you. Such is the reality of war.” "...I understand."
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