The streets of Novogorod were eerily silent as the Ruthenian loyalist forces moved through the city. Smoke still lingered in the air, curling up from the ruins of barricades and buildings that had been reduced to rubble. Snow mixed with ash coated the ground, turning the once-pristine streets into a somber canvas of defeat. Armed soldiers patrolled with purpose, their boots crunching against the frozen ground, their weapons at the ready for any sign of lingering resistance.
In the heart of the city, Commander Antonov stood at the base of a toppled statue, a grim monument to the revolutionaries' failed uprising. His face was impassive as reports were delivered, one after another, confirming the complete collapse of the revolutionary hold on Novogorod.
"All cells have been neutralized, Commander," a junior officer said, saluting. "Casualties are high among their ranks. No significant resistance remains."
