"What you're witnessing now," Hedrick began, his voice deep and deliberate, "is not a live battle—but a recording. A memory of carnage burned into Verillion's history. It took place nearly eighty-five years ago. One of my elite scouts captured the entire conflict and sent it to me afterward."
He swept his hand across the illusionary space. "I reconstructed this entire phantom battlefield from that recording. Not merely as a spectacle… but as a warning. As insight. So that you, Robin, might glimpse even a fraction of what lies ahead."
Hedrick gestured downward with a slow nod. "The battle you see was ignited by a unified assault—an alliance of desperate factions. They pooled their forces, aligned their fleets, and launched a full-scale siege. But such large-scale movement doesn't go unnoticed. Their amassed numbers gave off a stench of war long before they arrived. We were ready. So when they came... we met them head on."
