Under a black sky, lit by the sickly glow of a scarlet moon, Duchess Exa gazed across the expanse of her territory.
Her eyes, cold and calculating, perceived every human life now cowering beneath her duchy.
She could feel those who would stubbornly cling to survival.
Nevertheless, regardless of their intentions, the outcome would be the same.
Her preparations were complete.
From now on, even if humanity still possessed a few hidden assets, nothing could reverse the course of events.
"Marquis Yorb. Marquis Broy."
The two marquises immediately knelt.
Their expressions were filled with a newfound determination, a muted yet sharpened resolve.
Exa observed this change with genuine interest.
The humiliation inflicted by those humans had reignited something within her subjects.
Their warrior souls had awakened.
"It is time for you to depart."
"Yes, Your Grace," they replied in unison.
However, before they could leave, Exa commanded:
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