"Galileo’s heavy artillery obliterates Cassandra’s fleet, destroying her family’s entire empire in a single evening."
The night sky over Aethelgard harbor was painted in the violent, jagged hues of burning fuel and exploding ammunition. Richter watched from the deck of his small, inconspicuous escape skiff as the Sea Serpent, once the pride of the Cassandra maritime fleet, groaned and listed heavily to its side before being swallowed by the churning, freezing waters of the Brass River. The roar of the final detonation echoed against the city walls, a thunderous announcement that yet another oligarch power had been erased from the map. It was a beautiful, efficient conclusion to his work with Cassandra. He rowed silently through the debris, his face as calm as the dark water beneath him,
