Summoning America

Chapter 193: Fresh Air

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It had been far too long since Emperor Mirishial heard good tidings about the ongoing war against the Gra Valkas Empire. Time and again, he received reports of fleet destructions, each detailing minimal damage to the enemy while their own forces suffered grievously. That all changed when the Americans brought their fleets to bear in the Artticus theater, and now, he felt ready to share the incredible news with the other members.

The throne room's doors groaned open, admitting Liage. Mirishial eyed his advisor, noting the distinct crease between the elf's brows - the meeting was about to begin.

"Your Majesty." Liage kept his bow shallow, respecting the urgency. "The Americans report technical issues with Eimor and Agartha; they will be joining via manacomm."

Mirishial suppressed the urge to sneer. And here he thought his own people were prideful. Technical issues? Hardly. Those nations were simply mired in their archaic ways, steadfastly resisting progress. He was certain they had refused the Americans' offer to install advanced communication systems. Truth be told, the Holy Mirishial Empire might have done the same, were it not for the impending storm that necessitated swift adaptation.

"See to securing the connections," he instructed Liage.

With a curt nod, Liage departed to make the preparations, leaving Mirishial alone with his thoughts. His eyes drifted to the broad window, surveying his capital city's glittering spires.

Runepolis stood as the indomitable heart of his empire. The distant borders, where the Gra Valkans' brutal invasion raged, seemed a world away from the radiant core of Runepolis. There had been a few alarms with Cartalpas and Junnaral, yet the invaders had never set foot in a single Mirishial city. Mu, however... Reports from the Muan front painted a grim portrait - two-fifths of the continent already conquered, strategic holdouts like Otaheit vulnerable to being outflanked.

The American deployments would help shore up the defenses, but Mirishial knew the pattern all too well. Conflict raged all across Mu, with mounting sacrifices on all sides. The EDI was a temporary alliance formed out of necessity, but he knew that each realm would ultimately prioritize their own interests – and the Gra Valkan crisis was their first challenge. Would the Americans be any different? Their stakes in this war could not rival the desperation of the Muans, who faced annihilation. Could it be that they truly grasped the imperative of unity and minimal infighting before the return of the Ravernal Empire? Without insight into their President's mind, he could only hope.

Liage returned, announcing that the council members were assembled. Mirishial rose from his throne and proceeded through the palace corridors toward the grand conference chamber doors. Liage walked a half pace ahead, smoothing his robes with a final, meticulous tug.

With a slight inclination of his head, Mirishial signaled the door wardens. They responded with crisp salutes before pushing open the massive doors. Inside, imported American displays were already connected, each depicting a conference room much like his own, filled with the faces of their respective leaders.