The tranquility of the Golden Dragon Empire's southern border didn't break: it was pulverized in a fraction of a second by the violence of the enemy vanguard.
Before the border outpost's alarm bells could strike their first toll, dozens of intercontinental portals tore open across the firmament. From their spatial maws spewed no warnings or demands for surrender, but a salvo of heavy plasma cannons and solar fire spears.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The initial orbital bombardment rained onto the fortress's ramparts. The garrison's barrier, engineered to withstand conventional sieges for days, shattered like glass beneath a sledgehammer. Imposing watchtowers of stone and jade were reduced to gravel and dust in less than three seconds.
"Enemy attack! It's the dreadnoughts of the Leviathan Empire and the Crimson—!"
