Chronicles Of Two Powers

[Rewrite] Chapter 6 - Invasion of the East

Hello, readers of Chronicles! We are transitioning to the next arc, which introduces a new lore plot while continuing the Chronicles of Two Powers story.

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Alervon, Northern Sea.

2nd Fleet 第二艦隊, Dai-ni Kantai

Flagship Battleship JN Yamato.

November 27, 1773.

| 8:30 AM | 08:30:00 Hours |

The scorching sun hung over the South China Sea, casting its bright glare across the water's surface, making it shimmer like liquid metal. The battles with PLAN warships felt like a lifetime ago-part of a world that no longer existed. Back then, warfare was about strategy, firepower, and steel clashing against steel. Now, we found ourselves trapped in a nightmare none of us could have foreseen: a war against creatures from myth. The locals called them "Dragons," but to us, they were something else entirely-an enemy beyond comprehension.

Who could have imagined we'd be firing our weapons at creatures the size of battleships? Their massive, armoured scales glittered in the sun, defying everything we knew about nature. It was as if the wars we once fought for power and territory had led us here-to this strange and punishing twist of fate. Back then, we fought for ideals, for dominance. Now, our only goal was survival-to keep these ancient monsters from wiping us out. There was a bitter irony in how so many of us had once dismissed monsters as mere fantasy, only to face them head-on.

Aboard the 82-year-old warship Yamato, she still sailed with dignity. A veteran of four wars, she had avoided the scrapyards that claimed her American counterparts. Sailors in crisp naval-blue uniforms, equipped with Type-89 rifles, paced the deck, while reserve sailors-the only ones deemed fit to crew such a relic-scrubbed her ageing hull. The officers moved purposefully, checking the ship for any signs of wear and ensuring she was battle-ready.

Vice Admiral Kenji Nakamura, standing on the bridge, reflected on their recent victory. His strategy had driven the Aetesian invasion fleet into retreat, buying Alervon and its allies the time they desperately needed. It was clear that the enemy hadn't yet grasped the full extent of their capabilities, a mistake Nakamura was eager to capitalise on. The ocean stretched out before him, calm and deceptively peaceful, as if unaware of the storm that was brewing beneath the surface.

His thoughts were interrupted by Captain Nogami, who approached and bowed respectfully before presenting his report. The captain's disciplined posture and focused demeanour reflected the gravity of their situation, but beneath it all was the shared hope that this hard-fought reprieve could lead to a more decisive victory.

"The delegate fleet has appeared on our radar, thirty nautical miles to the east. Should we inform our Alervon representatives to join us?"

"Yes, of course," Vice Admiral Kenji Nakamura responded. "We will meet them aboard the carrier Un'yō, along with Kaoru Ishikawa. Notify the pilot that we will depart at 0900 hours."