𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗬𝗡𝗫

𝗔𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗠 | CHAPTER OO.2

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Cheers could be heard erupting from the troops both idle and active. News cameras panned and zoomed from different personnel, to areas of the demolished capital building, to the fearful expressions on the nearest civilians. Those in the front lines began withdrawing from the capital building, fists pumping and rhythmic chants of victory vibrating the air. Some picked up discarded ammunition shells to bring home as souvenirs and others took pictures with their team in commemoration. The black and yellow armor clad troops of the 3rd Division were amongst the last to withdraw, smoke still trailing from their gun barrels. Those with "T2" printed across their sleeves had blood streaked across their armor- telltale that they were the most ruthless of them all.

It was loud. The shouts of the footsoldiers, the radio buzz from officers' intercoms, the discarded casings bouncing off boots. One could hardly hear what another was saying if it wasn't going through their headsets.

Almost instantaneously, silence. Only the clacking of a single pair of dress shoes was heard. Then that stopped too.

A tall, sharply dressed man stood in the midst of the soldiers. His cold eyes scanned his surroundings, drinking in the chaos that he had caused. All eyes fixated on him. Waiting.

It didn't bother him. Not much bothered him. He's Glory, after all. Might incarnate.

"Well done," he said and nothing more.

Cheers erupted louder than ever. Decades worth planning lead up to this moment; decades worth of certain victory lead up to this moment. The soldier's have lived up to their generals' expectations and those generals have lived up to Glory's. He had worked hard to groom such a military, and it had paid off.

And like him, I felt unstoppable. I mean, we're Falynx. Nobody can stop us. Not when the generals are at the forefront. I've learned of the "golden ages" of civilizations in the old world. I'm sure- no, I'm definitely certain that this marks the beginning of our own golden age.

In armis ad aeternam gloriam. Together forward; together always.