The towering spires of the Royal Castle of Cornrea, the seat of power for the Dragonoid Empire, loomed in the distance. Its bckened walls shimmered with an ancient energy field, one that had protected the Dragonoid dynasty for centuries. But today, those walls were under siege by a force unlike any the Dragonoid Empire had ever faced—the Imperial Marines, led by Grand General Rakus William.

  Rakus, a veteran of countless campaigns, stood at the forefront of his army. Cd in his imposing power armor, his helmet dispyed the battlefield with the precision of a million eyes, tracking every possible movement within the enemy's defenses. The 201,000 Imperial Marines under his command were assembled and ready, each soldier bristling with the test in psma chainswords, Psma M60 rifles, and the cutting-edge psma holsters designed for prolonged engagements. Their armor, much like Rakus's, was linked in a vast, integrated network, sharing real-time data across the battlefield.

  Behind them, the skies were filled with the glow of S3 ships, their guns poised to rain destruction upon the castle. These vessels hummed with the energy of their warp drives, ready to deploy in mere seconds to support the ground assault. The horizon was a battlefield, littered with the wreckage of Dragonoid ships, victims of the previous engagement led by the reprogrammed Dragonoid combat robot. Now, with the way clear, the final push to the heart of the Dragonoid Empire had begun.

  Rakus surveyed the battlefield, his dark eyes narrowing beneath his visor. "The Royal Castle is fortified, but its walls will fall today. Prepare the assault!"

  With a single command, the Imperial Marines surged forward, a coordinated, disciplined wave of power. Psma rifles lit up the ndscape as the first shots were fired. The defenders—Dragonoid warriors, desperate to protect their kingdom—returned fire from the battlements of the castle. Red bolts of energy cshed with the Marines’ psma, the battlefield erupting in fshes of light.

  Rakus’s voice boomed over the communication network. "Deploy the siege teams! Bring down their energy shields!"

  A contingent of psma demolition specialists rushed forward, their weapons designed to penetrate the Dragonoid energy barriers. The air crackled with energy as they unleashed their payloads. The shields around the Royal Castle flickered, absorbing the impact before colpsing entirely in a burst of light.

  "Their shields are down!" one of the officers reported.

  "All units, advance!" Rakus ordered.

  The Marines moved with precision and deadly efficiency. Psma M60s rattled off bursts of fire, cutting down the Dragonoid defenders who charged out to meet them. Psma chainswords hummed to life, severing limbs and armor alike as the Marines engaged in brutal close-quarters combat. Every step they took brought them closer to the towering gates of the Royal Castle.

  At Rakus’s command, the Sisters of Faith, numbering 107,000, joined the assault. Their precision and unwavering resolve were unmatched, their psma chainswords and M60 rifles cutting through the Dragonoid forces like a bde through air. Each Sister moved with a grace that belied the destruction they wrought, advancing through the Dragonoid ranks with deadly efficiency.

  Among them, the Japanese Defense Branch, though only 1,000 strong, proved vital with their long-range firepower. Their Psma Heavy Snipers and Triple Spanker Rocket Launchers delivered precise, devastating strikes, targeting Dragonoid strongholds and artillery nests that threatened the Marines' advance.

  "Focus fire on the gates!" Rakus barked.

  The front lines surged forward. The massive gates of the castle, forged from an indestructible Dragonoid alloy, were the next target. Psma bolts and rocket unchers pounded against the metal, creating molten scars across its surface, but it held firm.

  Rakus, standing tall among his soldiers, unsheathed his psma chainsword. "Bring in the combat robot!" he ordered.

  The reprogrammed Dragonoid combat robot, standing several meters tall and radiating a menacing aura, marched forward. Its nullity sword hummed with energy, ready to carve through space itself. With a single powerful ssh, it ripped through the air, sending a shockwave of sonic energy toward the gates. The force was overwhelming—debris exploded outward as the gates crumbled under the robot’s power.

  "Forward!" Rakus commanded as the path into the castle was clear.

  The Imperial Marines stormed through the shattered gates, their numbers overwhelming the Dragonoid defenders. Inside, the vast halls of the Royal Castle echoed with the sound of battle. The marble floors and ornate tapestries were soon stained with the blood of those who dared to stand against the Imperial onsught.

  "Secure the throne room," Rakus ordered. "This ends today."

  The Marines moved in tight formations, sweeping through the corridors of the castle with methodical precision. Psma bolts echoed off the stone walls as they took down any remaining Dragonoid resistance. The defenders, though brave, were outmatched—no match for the advanced weaponry and tactics of the Imperial Marines.

  Rakus moved through the castle with purpose, his psma chainsword carving a path through any Dragonoid who crossed his path. His mind was focused on the final objective: the Dragonoid Emperor. The end of the Dragonoid Empire was within his grasp.

  As the Marines pressed deeper into the heart of the castle, they encountered fierce resistance from the Emperor’s personal guard. These elite Dragonoid soldiers were armed with advanced weaponry and wore the finest armor the Empire had to offer. But even they were no match for the relentless might of the Imperial Marines.

  After what seemed like hours of brutal combat, the Marines finally reached the throne room. The massive doors stood before them, towering and imposing, but Rakus felt no hesitation.

  "Blow the doors," he ordered.

  A group of demolition specialists moved forward, pcing charges along the seams of the door. Moments ter, a deafening explosion shook the castle as the doors were blown inward, revealing the throne room beyond.

  And there, seated on a grand throne of gold and obsidian, was the Dragonoid Emperor, his piercing eyes burning with defiance.

  "Your reign is over," Rakus decred, stepping forward, his psma chainsword humming with energy.

  The final confrontation was at hand, and the fall of the Dragonoid Empire was inevitable.

  The victory at Cornrea seemed certain. The Royal Castle of the Dragonoid Empire y broken, its defenders routed, and the Imperial Marines surged through the vast halls, securing the st vestiges of resistance. But as Rakus William, Grand General of the Imperial Marines, led his forces deeper into enemy territory, his attention was drawn away from the royal throne and the Dragonoid Emperor’s defiance.

  "General, we’ve discovered something… unusual," came the voice of one of his officers over the comms. "You need to see this."

  Rakus turned from the battlefield, signaling his forces to continue securing the area. His dark eyes narrowed behind his visor as he followed the officer through the ruined halls of the castle. Psma fires flickered in the corners, casting eerie shadows against the ancient stone walls. Finally, they reached a small courtyard hidden deep within the bowels of the castle—a pce that had not been touched by the battle.

  There, rising from the ground like the fingers of some ancient deity, stood four towering stones. Each stone was bckened and rough, like volcanic rock, but there was something otherworldly about them. Strange symbols—runes that Rakus had never seen before—glowed faintly along their surfaces. But it was not the symbols that concerned him. The stones were releasing something. Warp matter.

  A ripple of dark energy crackled between the stones, distorting the air and creating an unsettling hum that resonated with Rakus's power armor sensors. He could feel the energy—a mixture of warp matter, bck stone, and something else, something he recognized but could not name.

  "What in the Emperor's name is this?" Rakus muttered, stepping closer. His visor scanned the pilrs, but the readouts provided no clear answers.

  "We believe it's some kind of conduit," the officer said, his voice strained. "But whatever it is, it's ancient. Older than this castle. And it's releasing a massive amount of energy."

  Rakus knew this was beyond the scope of his current mission. These stones were not part of the Dragonoid defense; they were something far more dangerous.

  "Contact Hariko Lee," he ordered. "We need his expertise."

  Within moments, the call was made. On the other end of the connection, Hariko Lee, a man of immense power and knowledge, appeared as a shimmering projection before Rakus. The warp matter sun that hovered above Hariko’s head—a radiant symbol of his control over the most unstable forces of the universe—cast a golden glow over his features.

  "General Rakus," Hariko said, his voice calm and measured. "You’ve encountered something unusual, I presume?"

  "Four towering stones emitting warp matter. I don’t recognize the material, but it's ancient and dangerous. I need your insight."

  Hariko’s eyes gleamed with curiosity as he listened. He raised a hand, and the warp sun above his head pulsed. Golden rays extended from it, penetrating the projection and allowing him to connect to the pilrs from afar. The air around them shimmered as Hariko’s energy reached out, scanning the stones.

  Rakus stood silently as Hariko worked, the hum of warp energy growing stronger with each second. Finally, Hariko spoke.

  "Fascinating," he mused, his voice tinged with intrigue. "The pilrs are conduits, as you suspected. They channel warp matter from a hidden dimension, one that exists parallel to this universe. But they are also made of bck stone—a rare material used to stabilize warp energy. And here… nullity."

  "Nullity?" Rakus asked. "You mean the force Akina controls?"

  "Precisely. These stones are tied to something far older than the Dragonoid Empire. They tap into the very fabric of reality, pulling on the forces that govern existence itself."

  Rakus gnced at the towering stones, his mind racing. If these pilrs could manipute warp matter and nullity, they were far more than simple relics. They were a power source. Perhaps even a weapon.

  "What should we do with them?" Rakus asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his psma chainsword. He was ready to destroy the pilrs if necessary, to protect his men from whatever dark energy they might unleash.

  Hariko’s eyes narrowed as he considered the question. His warp sun fred brighter for a moment, and then he made his decision.

  "I will link them to the Royal Castle of Cornrea. These stones will no longer serve the Dragonoid Empire—they will serve us. I’ll use their energy to fortify the castle, to bend its defenses to our will. But first, I’ll need to change their structure."

  With a flick of his hand, Hariko’s warp sun sent a beam of golden energy directly into the pilrs. The bck stones trembled under the force, their surfaces cracking and shifting as the energy flowed through them. The ancient runes glowed brighter, pulsating with newfound power. Slowly, the warp energy that had once flowed between the pilrs began to warp and twist, changing direction. Instead of emanating into the battlefield, it surged upward, reaching toward the towering spires of the Royal Castle.

  The energy field around the castle shimmered and then solidified, forming a new yer of defense. Hariko’s work was swift, methodical, and devastating in its precision. Within moments, the pilrs were no longer a threat—they were an asset.

  Rakus watched in silence as Hariko completed his task, his admiration for the man growing. Hariko Lee had transformed an ancient relic of the Dragonoid Empire into a weapon for the Imperial Marines, a tool that would help them secure their control over this conquered world.

  "It is done," Hariko said, his voice calm once more. "The castle is now fortified by warp matter, nullity, and bck stone. No force in this universe or the next will breach its walls."

  Rakus nodded in approval. "You’ve done well, Hariko. This will be a stronghold like no other."

  "Use it wisely, Grand General," Hariko warned, his tone shifting slightly. "The power within those stones is not to be underestimated."

  "I’ll see to it that it’s used for the Emperor’s glory," Rakus assured him.

  With that, the connection ended, and Hariko’s projection faded into the ether. The courtyard, now devoid of the ominous hum of warp energy, felt strangely calm. The towering stones stood silent, their once-menacing presence now turned to the Imperial Marines’ advantage.

  Rakus turned back toward the heart of the battlefield. The throne room still awaited him, and the Dragonoid Emperor’s defiance had not yet been fully extinguished.

  "Prepare the final assault," he ordered. "We take the throne room—and we take the Empire."

  With renewed purpose, Rakus led his army forward, the power of the ancient pilrs now coursing through the very walls of the castle they sought to conquer.

  The throne room of the Royal Castle of Cornrea stood in silence, the sound of battle muffled behind its thick, bckened walls. The air was heavy with the remnants of psma fire, smoke hanging like a shroud over the once-great seat of the Dragonoid Empire. Shattered chandeliers, broken marble, and the crushed remains of Dragonoid statues y strewn across the floor, the aftermath of the Imperial Marines' relentless assault.

  At the center of it all sat Emperor Draken Darkwood, his towering figure draped in bckened armor etched with ancient sigils of the Dragonoid dynasty. His emerald eyes glowed faintly, filled with the weight of a thousand years of rule, his cwed hands gripping the armrests of his obsidian throne. He was an imposing figure, his sharp features carved with both the wisdom and cruelty that had sustained his reign. But now, for the first time in his life, his empire teetered on the edge of colpse.

  Rakus William, Grand General of the Imperial Marines, strode into the room, his psma chainsword still humming from the countless enemies it had cut down moments earlier. Behind him, the elite force of the Imperial Marines—men who had fought through the castle’s defenses with precision—spread out, forming a perimeter around the throne room. Their weapons remained trained on the Emperor, though they knew he would not escape. This was the end.

  Rakus’s dark eyes locked onto Draken’s, unflinching beneath his power armor’s glowing visor. "Draken Darkwood, Emperor of the Dragonoid Empire," Rakus decred, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Your reign is over. Surrender, and your life will be spared."

  The Emperor's ugh, low and guttural, filled the room. "Surrender?" Draken spat, his voice a mixture of contempt and amusement. "You speak of surrender as if I am some common warlord, as if I have not ruled this empire since before your kind could even crawl."

  He stood slowly, the heavy armor creaking as he rose to his full height, towering over Rakus by at least a foot. Though age had weathered his body, the power of his Dragonoid blood still coursed through his veins. He raised a cwed hand toward the shattered remains of the doors where Rakus and his marines had entered.

  "I am the Dragonoid Emperor. I am the blood of dragons. Do you truly think you can destroy an empire as old as time itself?"

  Rakus didn’t flinch. The cold precision of his combat training, honed over years of campaigns, kept his mind clear. He knew this was no longer a negotiation.

  "You are an emperor without an empire," Rakus replied, his voice calm. "Your people have fallen. Your armies lie in ruins. There’s nothing left for you to rule."

  Draken’s face twisted into a snarl. "You think I am defeated? You are mere ants scurrying at the feet of giants. I have powers far beyond your understanding, human. Powers you could never hope to comprehend."

  Without warning, Draken thrust his hand into the air, and a pulse of dark energy erupted from his palm, spreading through the room like a wave. The Imperial Marines reacted instantly, raising their psma rifles and holstering their shields, but the energy was something different—something ancient. Their armor flickered as the dark energy warped the very fabric of reality around them.

  Rakus felt the force sm into him, his power armor groaning under the strain, but he held his ground. His eyes narrowed as he recognized what he was seeing. Warp matter—a chaotic force that defied the natural ws of the universe—was bending to the Emperor's will.

  "We've faced worse," Rakus growled. With a swift motion, he activated his communicator. "Hariko Lee, we need backup now."

  At Rakus’s side, the Imperial Marines regrouped, their armor stabilizing as they adjusted to the warp energy. They were trained for this. They had fought in battles where the ws of physics shifted without warning, where enemies bent space and time to their will. This was just another enemy to be overcome.

  Moments ter, a shimmering figure materialized in the room—Hariko Lee. His yellow warp sun hovered above his head, pulsing with cosmic energy as he stepped into the fray. His eyes glowed with the knowledge of untold universes, and the power of nullity flowed through him like a second skin. He took one look at the Emperor and smiled faintly.

  "So, this is the mighty Draken Darkwood," Hariko said, his voice calm, almost amused. "I expected more."

  Draken’s eyes widened for a brief second as he recognized the warp energy that Hariko wielded. This was no ordinary human. The Emperor’s hand twitched, and another pulse of dark energy shed out toward Hariko, but it was met with a wave of nullity that simply erased it from existence.

  "You’ve pyed with warp matter for too long," Hariko said, stepping forward, unbothered by the Emperor’s attempts. "But you never mastered it, did you?"

  With a flick of his hand, Hariko reached into the very fabric of the warp energy surrounding the Emperor and began to unravel it. The dark matter that had swirled around Draken began to dissipate, torn apart by the nullity and warp powers Hariko commanded with ease. The Emperor’s once-formidable aura of invincibility was stripped away, leaving him exposed.

  Draken roared, his cws extending as he lunged toward Hariko, but Rakus was faster. The Grand General surged forward, his psma chainsword igniting in a bze of energy. With a single, precise motion, he brought the bde down, slicing through the Emperor’s armor and sending him crashing to the ground.

  The room fell silent as Draken Darkwood, Emperor of the Dragonoid Empire, y defeated at the feet of his conquerors.

  Rakus stood over the fallen Emperor, his chainsword still humming with energy. "You had your chance," he said coldly.

  Draken gred up at him, blood trickling from his lips, but the defiance in his eyes was fading. "You think… you’ve won," he rasped, his voice weak. "But the Dragonoid Empire… will never die."

  "We’ll see about that," Rakus replied, turning to Hariko. "Secure him."

  Hariko nodded, summoning a containment field of warp energy around the Emperor, binding him in pce. Draken struggled, but his strength was gone. The st remnants of his power were sealed away, trapped within the warp containment that Hariko had crafted.

  "Take him to the ships," Rakus ordered. "The Dragonoid Empire is finished."

  As the Imperial Marines lifted the defeated Emperor and began the process of transporting him to their awaiting fleet, Rakus took one st look at the shattered throne room. The war was over. The Dragonoid Empire, which had stood for millennia, had fallen. And with its fall, a new chapter in the gaxy's history was about to begin.

  Rakus turned, walking away from the ruins of the once-great castle, his mind already on the future. The Imperial Marines had cimed victory, but there were still many battles to be fought. And as long as there were enemies to face, Rakus would lead them, his resolve as unshakable as ever.

  The Dragonoid Emperor was captured. But Rakus knew that in the vastness of the universe, there were always more threats looming on the horizon.

  And the Imperial Marines would be ready.

  Hariko Lee stood in the royal castle of Cornrea, the once-great fortress of the Dragonoid Empire, now a crumbling relic in the wake of its fall. The throne room had become his temporary headquarters, its dark stone walls echoing with the history of a brutal regime. The Imperial Marines had captured Emperor Draken Darkwood, but the true horror of the Dragonoid Empire was just beginning to unravel.

  Standing before a grand holomap projected from the castle’s ancient databanks, Hariko’s eyes narrowed as the grim discovery unfolded. His hands moved across the holographic interface, sifting through yers of encrypted data, each revetion darker than the st. The Empire had kept meticulous records—too meticulous.

  One hundred and seven pnets. Each one documented in agonizing detail. Millions of humans and elventiger sves—over seven million in total—were scattered across these worlds, most of them in conditions far worse than death. The reports revealed the extent of the atrocities: half of the popution on these worlds died each day, either from overwork or forced organ harvesting. Worse still, the Dragonoid rulers had engineered a diabolical system of reproduction, forcing women to bear triplets through drugs. The first two children were allowed to live as sves, but the third… the third was harvested, their organs sold to the highest bidder or their bodies hunted like animals for sport.

  Hariko’s blood boiled as the full horror sank in. These were not just bor camps—they were sughterhouses. The brutality was unlike anything he had seen before, and he had seen much. A thousand campaigns, a thousand wars. But this? This was beyond barbaric.

  He turned sharply to the communication console and sent a direct message to the Sisters of Faith, his most trusted and formidable unit under the command of Kanna. They had been preparing for this moment, stationed across various sectors of the gaxy, ready to mobilize at his command.

  "I have uncovered the truth of these worlds," Hariko spoke, his voice cold and sharp as steel. "One hundred and seven pnets—each ensving millions, each built on the bones of innocent lives. It ends now. I’m sending you the coordinates. I want a thousand of you on each world, armed and ready to bring liberation."

  The transmission was instant. The Sisters of Faith, cd in their power armor and equipped with advanced weaponry, were ready. They had always been ready.

  Hariko continued. "These humans and elventiger sves have been stripped of everything, but we will arm them. You are to supply them with the weapons they need to fight. Give them Lerium ammunition and M1 Garands, and distribute the surplus World War I equipment we’ve brought from Mars. Every bullet, every rifle—use it to fuel their rebellion. We’ll make sure they know they are not alone."

  The Sisters of Faith, hardened and unyielding, acknowledged the order with fierce determination. They had seen the suffering of the gaxy's forgotten. Now, they would bring hope and deliverance.

  Hariko's pn was bold, but it was necessary. These territories—those not yet conquered by the Imperial Empire—had been loyal to the Dragonoid throne. Their rulers would resist, clinging to their power. But with the Sisters of Faith leading the charge and the ensved poputions rising with newly supplied weapons, Hariko knew the tide would turn. The Empire’s loyalists would fall.

  As the first wave of Sisters deployed across the gaxy, Hariko focused on the strategic linchpin that would ensure their victory: the ancient pilrs on Cornrea, the very heart of the Dragonoid Empire. These pilrs connected directly to the Golden Shrine on Mars, a long-forgotten relic that Hariko had discovered during the Imperial Empire's expansion. Mars, now under Imperial control, had become a fortress of resupply, its factories churning out weapons and equipment in endless numbers. The Golden Shrine, connected to Cornrea’s warp gates, would serve as the gateway to the frontlines.

  Every week, the liberated worlds would receive resupply from Mars through the pilrs. Hariko ensured that the logistics were airtight. Supplies, weapons, and reinforcements would pour through the warp gates, feeding the rebellion and strengthening their forces. He knew that without constant resupply, the rebellion would falter. But with the pilrs connected to Mars, the resistance could hold out indefinitely.

  It took a year.

  One brutal, grinding year of warfare. The loyalists fought back viciously, determined to defend their Dragonoid masters’ legacy. But the tide had already turned. The Sisters of Faith led wave after wave of assaults, cutting through the loyalist armies with precision. The humans and elventiger sves, once hopeless and broken, had risen with fury. Armed with the Lerium ammo and M1 Garands, they fought in trenches and tunnels, on battlefields and city streets, in the same way soldiers had during humanity’s First World War.

  The equipment from Mars, outdated though it may have seemed, became the key to their success. The old bolt-action rifles, heavy machine guns, and crude mortars—tools of a war fought centuries ago on Earth—were now symbols of defiance. The sves-turned-revolutionaries adapted quickly, their newfound courage bolstered by the Sisters’ guidance. The loyalists, accustomed to ruling over the powerless, were unprepared for this ferocity.

  The loyalist strongholds crumbled, one after another, as the liberated territories expanded. Cities that had once been bastions of Dragonoid power became symbols of freedom. And each time the rebellion seemed to falter, the pilrs on Cornrea would activate, delivering fresh supplies and reinforcements from Mars, ensuring that the fight continued without pause.

  Finally, after a year of relentless battle, the st loyalist world fell. The Dragonoid Empire, already decimated by the fall of its capital, was no more. Its once-mighty empire had been reduced to ashes, its emperor imprisoned, and its people freed.

  Hariko stood once more in the royal castle of Cornrea, surveying the holomap. The pnets that had once been red with the Dragonoid insignia were now green, symbols of freedom and resistance. It was a victory hard-won, but it was a victory nonetheless.

  "We've liberated them," Hariko said quietly, turning to Kanna, who had just returned from the frontlines. "But our work isn’t done. We need to rebuild. These people have suffered for too long."

  Kanna nodded, her face grim but resolute. "We'll help them. The Sisters will stay and assist with the reconstruction. The Empire may be gone, but there’s still much to heal."

  Hariko gnced at the ancient pilrs, their connection to Mars still active. For now, they would serve as a lifeline. But soon, the people of these worlds would stand on their own.

  He turned to the stars, knowing that there were always more battles ahead, more worlds in need of liberation. But for now, the humans and elventiger sves were free.

  And that, Hariko knew, was a victory worth fighting for.

  The Grand Imperial Chamber buzzed with anticipation as Hariko Lee stood at the helm of the vast hall, the stone floors beneath his boots gleaming in the soft glow of the banners hanging above. The crimson fgs of the Imperial Empire fluttered, symbolizing strength, unity, and the unyielding march of progress. Today, that march would cim the loyalty of 107 liberated worlds—formerly bound under the oppressive yoke of the Dragonoid Empire.

  The war had been long and brutal, but it was over. The Sisters of Faith, under Kanna's command, had led waves of liberation across these ensved pnets, equipping the oppressed humans and elventiger sves with arms smuggled from Mars, supplied through the ancient Golden Shrine. Hariko’s strategy had been fwless, and his forces relentless, ensuring the conquered worlds were supplied each week and the resistance grew stronger day by day. Victory was inevitable.

  Now, in this moment, Hariko would witness the culmination of that year-long struggle.

  Around him stood the representatives of the 107 liberated pnets, a mix of species and cultures once fractured by oppression but now united by their newfound freedom. Each pnet had endured horrors: half their human popution had been culled daily, their children subjected to vile organ harvesting or hunted like animals. But those days were over. Hariko had ensured their oppressors would never rise again.

  His voice cut through the murmurs of the assembly, calm but brimming with the authority of a man who had shattered an empire. “The Dragonoid Empire once held you in chains. But today, those chains have been broken. You stand here, free. The Imperial Empire welcomes you, and now, I offer you a choice.”

  Hariko gestured toward the grand holomap in the center of the chamber. The 107 pnets flickered in green, nestled between the red territories of the Imperial Empire. The Empire spanned 111 sor systems, and today, it was poised to grow even rger.

  “You can choose to stand alone, fractured and vulnerable to future threats,” Hariko said, his gaze sweeping across the room, “or you can join the Imperial Empire—a force that now controls 111 sor systems, a beacon of unity and strength.”

  The representatives exchanged looks. They knew the power that the Imperial Empire wielded. Earth and Mars—the cradle of humanity—had long been under Hariko’s control, their industries fueling the Empire’s war machines and technological advancements. The supply lines from Mars, fortified by the Golden Shrine and ancient pilrs on Cornrea, had resupplied the rebellion forces across the gaxy for a year. These pnets had survived because of the Imperial Empire.

  Kanna, the leader of the Sisters of Faith, stood nearby, her gaze unwavering. She had led the charge on many of these worlds, her Sisters fighting beside the newly armed sves, delivering weapons and armor salvaged from the Martian forges. The war had been hard-fought, but they had prevailed. Now, those same pnets needed to decide their future.

  Hariko continued, his voice steady. “The Imperial Empire offers you not only protection but also prosperity. Together, we can build a future free of tyranny. A future where no one lives in fear. A future where you have a voice in the Imperial Senate, where your people can thrive under the Empire’s protection.”

  The offer had been made clear: join the Empire or risk being left vulnerable in a gaxy still teeming with threats. Alone, these worlds had suffered. Together, they could become part of something far greater—a gactic order where peace was enforced, and prosperity shared.

  One by one, the representatives stepped forward to pledge their allegiance. The first was a human man from the pnet Vorran, his face etched with years of suffering under Dragonoid rule. “The people of Vorran have lived under darkness for too long. Today, we choose the light of the Imperial Empire.”

  Next came an elventiger leader from the pnet Helyos, her feline features sharp with defiance but also hope. “The elventiger sves of Helyos have known only chains. We fought for our freedom, and we choose to stand with the Imperial Empire.”

  As the pledges continued, Hariko felt a swell of pride. Each world that joined strengthened the Empire’s reach. These 107 pnets were more than just territory—they were symbols of a new era. An era where the Empire ruled not just through might but through unity and loyalty.

  Finally, the st representative—a young woman from the once-ensved world of Remnor—stepped forward. “We have known only suffering. But now, we see a future where our children can live without fear. Remnor joins the Imperial Empire.”

  The room erupted into appuse. The decision had been made, and it was unanimous. All 107 pnets had chosen to join the Imperial Empire.

  Hariko raised his hand to quiet the chamber, his voice cutting through the celebration. “You have chosen wisely. Together, we will forge a future where no empire dares to ensve another, where the power of the Imperial Empire guarantees peace. These 107 pnets will be part of that future. Welcome to the Empire.”

  The holomap flickered as the 107 green worlds turned red, signaling their integration into the Empire. With the union of these liberated pnets, the Imperial Empire now controlled 111 sor systems, its might and influence spanning farther than ever before.

  But Hariko’s eyes were already on the next horizon. Though Earth and Mars were already under his control, they still held untapped potential due to being only S0 level material while mars holds S1 to S3 material. Mars, a fortress of industry and military power, would continue to serve as the supply backbone for the Imperial war effort.

  Kanna stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with determination. “The Sisters of Faith will ensure these worlds thrive under Imperial rule. And when the time comes, Earth will fall fully in line, just as these pnets have.”

  Hariko nodded, knowing that Earth’s final unification would come soon enough. For now, the focus was on consolidating their newfound territories. Each of the 107 pnets would be integrated into the Empire’s vast network of trade, industry, and defense. The resources and people of these worlds would fuel the Empire’s continued expansion, and in time, their loyalty would be unshakeable.

  As the representatives departed, Hariko stood at the center of the chamber, his eyes fixed on the gaxy map. The Imperial Empire was growing, and with it, its influence would reach the furthest corners of the stars.

  111 sor systems were now under Imperial control, and the gaxy was beginning to understand the might of Hariko Lee’s Imperial Empire. The future was his to shape, and the Imperial Empire’s dominance was inevitable.