The ISSD members and soldiers inside the Hollow Palace were getting ready.
Carl, the commander of the ISSD, stood in his quarters reviewing recent intelligence when the door burst open. A soldier, visibly out of breath, hurried inside.
"Sir, the emergency bell of the capital is ringing!" the soldier reported, his voice laced with anxiety.
Carl's eyes narrowed. "What's going on? Why is the bell sounding?"
"We don't know the full details yet, Sir, but it seems the capital is under attack."
Carl felt a cold dread settle in his chest but didn't let it show. "Get every available soldier ready immediately! Prepare all our vehicles and helicopters. His Majesty is at the Britannia Royal Palace. We must get there and ensure his safety at all costs."
The soldier saluted crisply. "Yes, Sir!"
