Summoning America

Chapter 129: Draconic Wrath (1)

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November 14, 1640
Hytal Base
GVN First Conquest Fleet
GVS Grade Atlastar

Calm waves splashed softly against the imposing hull of the Grade Atlastar, which was anchored just off the recently-conquered Hytal Base. The sun shone brightly upon them, with not a cloud in sight. Gulls chirped about, singing tunes that soothed Admiral Caesar's battle-hardened ears.

He enjoyed every moment of this serenity, cherishing what fleeting peace he had. He couldn't afford to let these little things go, for he knew that every battle carried a risk of death. With the threats present on Elysia, this risk of death had only grown. As if futuristic magic saucers weren't enough, he now had to face a group of three fantastical dragons that were each similar in size to Hercules-class battleships.

These so-called Plasma Dragons were additionally supported by naval and air assets from the Holy Mirishial Empire. According to their radar systems and scouts, the Mirishials were deploying their prized Zeroth Fleet, hundreds of aircraft from their mainland, and a Pal Chimera. While this force was significantly smaller than the Otaheit Defense Fleet, it packed a far greater punch: the Zeroth Fleet consisted of the Holy Mirishial Empire's most technologically advanced and experienced warships. Additionally, there was no telling what sort of magic tricks they had hidden up their sleeves; even basic Iceberg Walls were enough to stifle a Gra Valkan alpha strike.

His only saving grace was the assumption that Plasma Dragons attacked like wyverns. After a strategic conference with other commanders in the First Conquest Fleet, they came to a conclusion that the Plasma Dragon must be an offshoot of the wyvern species. Thus, its attack was likely a larger, more powerful version of the fireballs summoned by their smaller cousins. However, there still remained the issue of what tactics to actually use against potential Mirishial-Eimorian formations.

As he continued to admire the sparkling ocean waters and the grand Gra Valkan fleet before him, a communications officer pulled him away. "Sir," the man said, "Commander Herund has arrived."

Caesar sighed, taking in one last look before he resumed his work. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I suppose it's time to finally discuss strategy," he muttered to himself as he made his way over to the ship's plotting room.