11:24 Hours – Above Glyveris City – Drop Zone Alpha
Rain didn't fall, but the city wept fire.
Smoke pillars curled toward the sun as hundreds of dark figures cut through the atmosphere—silent parachutes blooming like black petals in the daylight. Bernardian assault troopers—6th-gen combat units in kinetic-reactive armor, helmets lined with live data feeds—descended with surgical precision.
Their boots hit the rooftops, the courtyards, the shattered streets of Glyveris.
Captain Morgan's voice came through the comms, steady and unshaken.
"All callsigns, this is Iron-Four. Palace Priority One. We move fast, we move clean. No civilians unless they interfere. Primary objective: Capture or confirm the location of Republic leadership. Let's finish this."
"Roger that," came the confirmations from across the net. The city's backbone had already been snapped. But cities didn't die easy. Not all threats were military.
Now came the street-level blood.
