A grand platform with proudly placed banners waving, and rich ornaments shining loomed outside the recently besieged capitol. Atop of it stood Empress Malacoda, along with King Adrian of the GOC in front of a tremendous cross with tall dancing flames inside bowls at the sides. A handful of military officials in their finest uniforms were there as well, though they were pretty irrelevant and about to be cast aside by the Empress. Thus, the woman in power stepped forwards, clearing her throat quietly and grabbing the microphone that erected from the stand. "Soldiers, and pilots! Members of the revolution and of the Dominion's legions! Men and women of Nova Australasia, of Lee Daniels, and of God's Own Country! Pay heed! "An hour appointed by destiny has struck in the heavens of our homeland! Today we've razed the false Orthodoxy and liberated its people, having them join our noble cause. "This was not only a religious victory, but an economical one as well. We will from this moment forward openly and easily trade with God's Own Country, making our vivid friendship everlasting. We've too gained new soil, fresh and unpolluted.†A long pause followed as soldiers began marching by, their movement perfectly synchronized. The first unit was clad in grey armour with blood red markings, the second in pitch black and the latter in camouflage. Amidst them, between a vast crowd of locals and their so-called saving grace, other things came by too, tanks, artillery trucks, heavy Nephilim and so on; even the GOC's finest troops were there. "By God, I said for the declaration, this would be a triumph -- and a triumph of will it is! "For all the lives that have fallen in this holy war, I must say, none had died purposelessly and all still march with us in spirit. "They, the dead, imperiously command us to fight through till victory. We obey.â€
