"Galileo immediately authorizes a brutal economic raid against Beatrice’s remaining iron foundry assets."
The command was absolute, a final nail in the coffin for the Beatrice empire. Within the hour, the industrial district of Aethelgard was no longer a place of manufacture but a theater of war. Galileo’s private security forces, bolstered by mercenaries who cared nothing for the history of the iron works, descended upon the Beatrice foundries with an unmatched ferocity. Richter watched from a distance, hidden within the shadows of a nearby warehouse, his expression carefully composed in a mask of passive indifference. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning oil and the screeching of twisted metal. It was a masterpiece of orchestrated chaos.
Beatrice’s last standing foundry,
