"It's here..."
The wind and clouds in the sky were as usual; the cabbage-color sky dotted with bits of white clouds, the sea breeze carried the familiar scent of salt, and there was the faint smell of blood.
A world-scale war is not something that happens overnight; from planning to deployment to shifting industrial focal points to personnel dispatch to high-level probing to mutual ignition... every step is methodically advancing.
World wars are often decades of conflict buildup, more than a decade of war-prelude arrangements, and several years of war preparations... but this time, for the world it might be a world-scale war, yet for the undistinguished first superpower of Earth, the Eastern Country, it was just a large-scale conflict, a wide-ranging strategic probe and a rehearsal.
Months of time passed, along with dispatch of various war forces, the war had naturally escalated entirely.
"...Is this the Sea God's winter demise?"
