GOC616
On April 12th, 2032, the Maharlikan Imperium did not summon heroes, nor was it chosen by prophecy-it was simply taken. A storm without precedent swallowed an entire confederation of nations, and when the skies cleared, the Imperium found itself beneath unfamiliar constellations, surrounded by seas and powers that had never heard of democracy, nuclear deterrence, or merit. There were no gifted individuals, no miraculous awakenings-only governments forced to function, soldiers forced to deploy, courts forced to decide, and citizens forced to endure. While the people cried out why, the Councils of Kings asked only what now. Faiths collided with foreign gods, ethics bent under survival, and politics became weapons as real as steel. In a world where modern law meets medieval sovereignty, where restraint can be fatal and action morally damning, the Imperium must decide not how to conquer-but how to exist without becoming the very monsters history warned them about.
This is my fanfiction inspired from Summoning Japan, but it has some aspects from 86, Patlabor, Obsolete, and a bit of Edge of Tomorrow and Elysium.
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