20-6-1561 WC
Bernard Empire capital
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The great war-map of Eldoria glowed across the obsidian walls of Alberto's command chamber, seas and continents bathed in pale blue light. Lines of red marked the Bernard Empire's naval patrols. Across the Northern Ocean the enemy's icons were fading, one by one, as if swallowed by the night.
Alberto stood at the center of the room, hands clasped behind his back. The soft hum of the holoprojectors mixed with the quiet murmur of aides updating casualty numbers. For the first time in days he allowed himself a small smile.
"The Northern Ocean is ours," Admiral Ramirez reported. "The Indiana fleets are scattered. What remains is retreating to their southern ports."
Alberto's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Good. Their pride is broken."
Around the table the senior ministers shifted uneasily. Prime Minister Elizabeth stepped forward, a slim folder of reports in her hands.
