In the Magus Tower of the Colonial Dominion of Terra, the Viceroy walked through the gothic halls with furrowed eyebrows. The air was tense, as though war was amidst the horizon. It wasn't wrong, but it also wasn't right.
After all, it wasn't as though war was becoming inevitable by the minute. It had already started, and the Colonial Dominion of Terra was losing. Its territories were being liberated one after another.
They were returning to square one, and the Viceroy of Terra wasn't happy. His Sovereign had called upon his runic communicator and reminded him that attention was being pointed at the Colonial Dominion of Terra.
The emergence of an unexpected underdog, the United Navy, was attracting unwanted attention from several factions outside the Ferus Sea. Even foreign Colonial Dominions were thinking of intervening in the instability of the sea region.
