The integration of the Western Continent was no longer a military campaign; it had become a grand project of architectural refinement.
I sat in the center of the War Council chamber, staring at a holographic display that had shifted from topographical terrain to a scrolling waterfall of white text and golden percentages. Each flicker of light represented a city surrendered, a garrison absorbed, or a ley line tethered to the Dragon Throne.
"Vexa, give me the final tally for the Mavis annexed territories," I commanded.
"Processing, Master," Vexa's voice was crisp, almost melodic with the satisfaction of a completed task.
"Total territory annexation: one hundred percent. Sovereign entities neutralized: forty-two. Military conversion rate: seventy-one percent. The Mavis Kingdom has been successfully overwritten. The civilian sector is currently receiving the initial ether-heating arrays. Resistance is negligible."
I looked at the scrolling data. It was a beautiful sight.
