The Way of the Future: Age of Machines(Completed)

The Republic And The Empire

[Aetlrus, Capital City of the Republic]

The seven Councilors sat comfortably on their royal thrones. The throne room was lavishly decorated with white ornaments, diamonds, various precious stones, and silk fabrics. The windows were massive in size and had large curtains in front of them to block the sun's light whenever it was the time of the day.

It was noon and the sun was at its brightest, its rays shining brightly through the windows and thus, the curtains were dropped and the windows covered. The curtains were cyan, though not that pleasing to the eye, it was a show of wealth and power.

The Aetlrus Republic was one of the continent's superpowers that sported a very large continental military and with the population over 488 million of humans and beastmen. With more than twenty major cities, fifty cities and hundreds of towns and villages under its territory, it was easily one of the largest countries in the continent. A territory equivalent to the Russian Federation back home.

The tall wooden doors slowly opened. The doors creaked as two knights pushed each door to the side. A tall man wearing a red cloak walked right in, his steps were loud and echoed around the throne room. The king stared at him as he walked down the red carpet.

The man reached the end of the red carpet and knelt before the councilors of the Republic. His cloak covered his head and body and only his face was slightly exposed to the outside, revealing a few scars and a thick skin. The councilor on the center raised his right hand and asked the man, "What is your business?" The councilor on the center softly asked. The man raised his head and answered, "A pleasure to meet you, Councilor Harris Gustuv, I am but a lone delegate sent by the Empire to discuss important matters to share to your highness," The man said with confidence.

The councilors' felt curious as the councilor on the center as his eyes slightly closed and he leaned back on his throne, "Show me that you are indeed from my old friend," Councilor Harris was doubtful. At once, the fifty royal paladins guarding the throne room drew their swords and encircled the red cloak man.

The man simply smiled under his cloak and revealed his palms from under his cloak.

"Hm?" Councilor Harris leaned forward from his throne. The royal paladins each took a step forward in anticipation of the worse to come.

"Ha!" Councilor Harris joyfully laughed as he saw the intricate symbolism on the man's palms.

The royal paladins quickly backed down and returned to their positions.

"You may stand now, messenger," One of the Councilor, a woman smiled at the man who at once stood up and presented himself. The man stood upright and seemed disciplined, he then proceeded to draw a magic incantation in midair.

After drawing the magic incantation, a small burst of colors took its place and a holographic image manifested itself afterward.

The image was at first blurry with colors spazzing about, it took a few seconds for it to reveal what it was trying to show.

The Councilors went silent.

"Is that, the Eastern Region?" One of the Councilor's eyes widened. The image spastically switched scenery after scenery, displaying the destruction of the eastern region in full view of the councilors. The imagery did not fail to fully convey the horrors, from the hundreds of thousands of dead men lying in, over and around the hills, the plains, the grasslands and even at the deserts. The cities were also not spared, walls were torn, women and children dead on the streets.