Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 14

April 2nd, Federal Year 7, ECC 725

In the chamber of Surovan, the capital of Kashim, a suffocating silence lingered around. The council of wise, Kashim's ruling body, sat in silence as the unpalatable reports continued to flood in, detailing the devastation wrought by the Cignus on the border regions.

Before them stood Viram, the chancellor, a man with eyes heavy from sleepless nights and the burdens of state since the opening of attacks began. Messengers lined the walls, each with a fresh piece of tragic news, and each report seemed hopeless than the last.

Half of the kingdom of Lustal lay in ruins after unrelenting aerial attacks from Cignus. Villages had been reduced to ash, fields scorched black, and forests left barren. Thousands of Lustal’s citizens lay dead or missing, and those who survived spoke of skies that rained fire, entire towns that vanished in explosions, and soldiers began to desert in terror.

Meanwhile, Kashim’s largest and most iconic fortress in the kingdom of Adaxea—once considered an impregnable bulwark against the old Valur threat—had fallen. This fortress, which had stood unyielding for decades, had crumbled in just six hours under the unrelenting bombardment. Survivors fresh from the obliterated fortress — spoke of a ceaseless onslaught of artillery shells and incendiary explosions. Cannon fire rained down with no pause, turning stone walls, facilities, and iron gates into ruined wreckages.

Reports from the border towns and cities painted an equally dark picture. Villages, towns, and farms now reduced to smoking ruins as fire rages throughout the border, obscuring sight as massive wave of fire and smoke. Armies sent to reinforce these areas had vanished as they're bombed nonstop. Every base, camp, or supply point visible from the skies had been obliterated. Reinforcements that managed to survive the bombardments found only wastelands in place of their intended positions.

The casualties piled up, the destruction immeasurable. It was difficult to know if any city or settlement had been left untouched; the entire borderlands of Adaxea and Lustal had become an endless wall of fire, smoke, and death. No one could even say where one burning village ended and another began. The sheer scale of devastation felt almost surreal—like a nightmare, more than a battle.

And yet, the war had begun only yesterday.

Reports seemed absurd in their horror. Entire towns flattened, forests set ablaze, roads erased as though they had never existed. Even the most hardened soldiers and officials found the updates hard to believe. Valur, with all its strength, had never managed such overwhelming destruction in decades of conflict, yet Cignus had achieved it overnight.

“The Cignus is serious,” one council member muttered, voice trembling. “They’re sparing nothing and leaving no survivors. This isn’t war; it’s annihilation.”

Desperation filled the council chamber as the representatives of Lustal and Adaxea pleaded with Viram, begging him to find a way to end the hostilities. “If this continues,” the Lustal envoy cried, “we will be wiped out, every last one of us. Our cities, our people, our histories… gone. Chancellor, we must surrender or negotiate something. There’s no winning against Cignus, not like this.”

Adaxea’s representative spoke up, his voice hoarse with grief. “I’ve seen what they did to Valur seven years ago, but this… this is worse. They’re unrestrained, merciless, and have no intention of sparing anyone or anything in their path. Chancellor Viram, you cannot remain silent.”

Viram’s face was unreadable, his gaze hard as stone as the two representatives begged for help. The other council members averted their eyes, unable to face the desperation in the voices of their peers. Viram’s silence stretched on.