"Attention all callsigns! We received a distress signals from one of the Esterrian Royal Army helicopter! We have a mayday, I repeat, we have a mayday!"

Somewhere off the coast of Naeslagtland The past two days of the operation went very well for Flashia, Esterria and Naeslagtland that are directly involved. This morning however, not a single soul would share the same sentiment.

"What's the situation?"

"An Esterrian helicopter had crashed into the sea. The crews got out but they won't stay there for long!"

The Flash and Esterrians have long known the risks of an asset being lost to accident before this operation. Nonetheless, some panic remains, especially for the Esterrian sides as it involved one of theirs.

"Acknowledged, we're scrambling a SAR (Search And Rescue) unit"

A helicopter prepares to takes off from the deck of the Fresserik, the amphibious assault ship that has been deployed here for 3 days already as it waited for the rest to get onboard. The 2 would eventually make it over, and with the last man in, the side door to the starboard is then closed.

"Alright, we're in, now let's go get our guy!"

The helicopter then lifts its body up, thereby starting its job of rescuing the downed pilot. The aircraft would then turn itself to the port side as per procedure. From there, it would fly off directly to where they were told to go, flying past the other nearby ships in the process.

"Hey pilot! Can we get some music up?"

"Yeah, sure thing"

[BGM: Električni Orgazam - Igra rokenrol cela Jugoslavija]

Thus begins the journey to get the Esterrian pilot back as they're now heading South-East.

"Hey what do you think will happen on the way?"

"I don't know man, probably we'll see some ships straight out of the history books combined with modern vessels"

"Mmhmm, same thing for me"

"...God, now that I think about it, it's just very strange seeing a carrier operating alongside a ship-of-the-line from the 18th century!"

As seconds pass before them, the crew looked out the window to see what's out there in this vast body of ocean. Amidst the somewhat muffled whirring sound from the helicopter itself, a variety of things can be seen.

While the world moves from left to right and vice versa for those who view from starboard and port respectively, the crew sees a variety of things happening out there. From a formation of ships from the Naeslagtlandic Naval Forces sailing along the ocean with them to later seeing one of their frigates with several boats on fire nearby.

"Some pirates had the audacity to do it didn't they?"

"Fucking around and finding out is one hell of a thing..."

Some time would go past before the pilot spotted something.

"Got visual on the crews, looks like their heli is halfway into the water"

What they saw is their Esterrian counterparts floating on the sea while the helicopter with its rotors blown off slowly but surely sinking. Further away, there's a destroyer screening them, while the helicopter then hovered near the downed pilots.

"Alright, here goes nothing"

The side door to the starboard side would open up again to the outside world, the swimmer preparing himself as the rotary-wing aircraft carefully descends itself to the water. After some time contemplating, the swimmer then jumped into the rather rough sea.

"Swimmer's away, he's in the water... he's alright... They're at your 2 and 1 o'clock"

The swimmer quickly made his way to the nearest pilot upon getting back the gist of where everything is from the dive in the middle of the rough waves. He was often being pushed back by the waves that periodically crash into him, but nonetheless, he eventually made it through.

"Took you long enough, eh?"

"Just get it done with, I want to go back already"

When he arrived, the swimmer gave out a hand gesture to the ones flying the helicopter he jumped from, signalling this one is ready to get extracted.

"Alright, get over here"

"Wha-"

The swimmer then gripped the Esterrian pilot by his left armpit with his left hand and placed his other around the chest, on where the pilot's rib cage is before letting the left hand free again.

"Just relax, ok?"

Employing the technique known as the Cross Chest Carry, the Flash Swimmer would starts to swim back to the chopper with the other guy having his face up. The Flash helicopter would in turn drop a basket down there, where the pilot would in turn get pushed into.

"Pilot's in the basket, now going for the other"

"Roger that"

The Swimmer left for the other guy while the pilot that got rescued first would be slowly lifted up, just casually chilling in his basket. Said basket he's in would then be pulled into the Sea Hawk.

"There, I got ya buddy"

The Esterrian pilot then stood up, breathing a sigh of relief as he got off the basket, now sitting on one of the seats in the helicopter.

"Hey, I think I know you from somewhere" said the flight mechanic who then turned to him

"You think so?"

"Yeah... you're that noble guy aren't you? Uh... Hark?"

"That is indeed me"

"Cool... what happened to your chopper then?"

"I don't know, it was running fine until all of the sudden the engine lost power or something"

"Oh, yeah that happens sometimes... so how you feeling?"

"Cold, what do you think?"

Some time would go past by as they patiently wait for the swimmer to return with the other downed pilot. And after a quick closer look by the flight mechanic, he would then drop the basket down there again.

First, it was Hark's fellow that would be brought up into the helicopter, and then, with the basket dropping into the sea for the third time, the swimmer would also be recovered.

The starboard door is then closed.

"Alright, take us home, we got all in now"

And the Sea Hawk would make its way back to the ship it had taken off from before, so that the 2 can recover and shortly get back to the operation at hand.

"I guess we all know that's one less helicopter for your Esterrian Army"

"Unfortunately"

...

Gevaka, Flashia It's the third and final day for the RIDET to be in Gevaka as per plan. For all three of them, it will be very sad to leave this island, even if they did not see much.

Dressed in their clothing, with the Home Guard uniforms off, they walked down the hallway with some Home Guard personnel already standing there.

"Hey take care, alright?" said one of the soldiers.

"Don't worry, we will" said the junior member.

At the end of the hallway, past the others who they said their goodbyes to, there stands Kaljo and a soldier who they later recognized as a guide from the first days.

"You know, I'm kind of sad that I didn't get to see you all in action" said the Lieutenant-Colonel "But still, it was quite a great pleasure to be working with you"

"It's been a great honor with you too" replied the leading senior of the RIDET trio "Although we did not get to do much, it is still of great fun"

"We were able to shoot your guns, take them apart and put them back together and did drove around with your armored vehicles" commented the junior "If you ask me, that is all we could ask for"

"We also learned many things too" said the middle man of the threes.

"Ah, speaking of which, it seems my notebook is almost filled up"

"Well we did ask many of your troops here, and yet we did not expect to garner up so much information"

"...I mean, you're all new to pretty much everything we have"

The leader would nod to the Lieutenant-Colonel's word.

"Oh and by the way" Kaljo's then point out the soldier next to him "Toft will take you back to port. And make sure you make him talk as he could have some interesting stories"

"Will do, Mr. Kaljo"

Being a little disgruntled, Toft then turned around and began walking to the exit, with the trio following behind him,

"Safe trip lads, hope to see you soon!"

...

"Today would mark the three days since Flashia, Esterria and Naeslagtland have begun Operation Marine Guards that many considered a great success in the waters of Naeslagtland, as pirate attacks have been plummeting since the operation's start.

Conducted in the wakes of alarming amount of pirates following the establishment of the Northern Pact, this operation marks the first time that 3 of its member states have ever operated together in combat, with troops of various branches joining in as a result. It is said that had it not been for this, Naeslagtland wouldn't be able to continue to thrive and Flashia's recovery process would be prolonged.

This operation also represents the Northern Pact solidarity against all threats, whether it be from ordinary bandits or the much bigger Kingdoms Union, as training exercises would continue to take place in Flashia, Esterria, and Reslania" - Arrangementer Globale Agevær

Kramovskiy Gunshots once again rung out in the street of Kramovskiy, its residents already warned of such a thing. The Confederation Army troops ran street-to-street firing their weapons at the 'OPFOR'. The Flash Land Army would do the same thing, shooting blanks at their Reslanian counterparts as they maneuvered around the city.

And this is all happening... while civilians just casually walking around with their day, creating a rather bizzare scenery of a seemingly chaotic firefights and the people just not giving a damn, some finding amusements from these soldiers' actions.

"Ehem..." Taras, the Reslanian President would clear his throat "Can we get back to our interview please?"

"Oh sorry..." said a Geschnokean journalist "I just got caught up with what's happening outside there"

In the Governmental Building, this particular journalist has managed to gain an exclusive access to ask questions for the so-called President of the Confederation, the head of a state that doesn't exist in most people's eyes, including those in Geschnokea.

"No worries, I understand... now please take a seat"

The journalist sat down on the chair, facing Taras.

"Right, here we go then..." the journalist then put down a device, then pressing down a button which would prompt the device to glow a slight white along the outlines while he cleared his throat.

"This is Lakatos Ármin speaking, brought to you by the Dominion Radio Channel. Today, we gained exclusive access to interview the head of a state de-facto independent from Varika and La Ferdina. Most of you would know it by the name of Enmars-Yevlosk. Now can you tell us your name and occupation"

"Ah yes umm... My name is Taras Feodosijovych Lytvynenko, the president of the Reslanian Confederation"

"Can you tell us more on this Reslanian Confederation?"

"Yes, the Reslanian Confederation... we can just call it Reslania, is like multiple different countries' functioning as one. We have cantons that functions more or less separate from each other and... other than having to answer to the central authority about some issues, they are free to do whatever they want so long as they fall under what is allowed"

"Interesting... So how did your country of Reslania form?"

"In its current form, it all started here in Kramovskiy, when an old man by the name of Ruslan Ishchenko had done what was considered unthinkable. He killed a Varikan general who had been responsible for keeping us down. And on the next day, when he was executed, the people had rose up against the imperial authority.

With their pathetic excuse of an occupational army switching sides to us and foreign volunteers from Esterria and Flashia coming in, we had essentially took away their control over the city. But it's not without heavy fighting, in fact, I believe you may have seen at least some bullet holes on the way here..."

"That's true"

"...Anyways, as soon as Kramovskiy was in our hands again, the Reslanian People's Front, the predecessor of the Confederation Army, was formed. They would defend Kramovskiy again from the Varikans and the La Ferdinans. From there, we would spread further to the rest of what was once our territory. And... in case you're wondering, Reslania had existed before, until those 2 countries invaded us"

"I see, so the RPF then took both the entire Enmars and Yevlosk?"

"...We call them Garaz and Sokoriki but yes"

"...So what about the Northern Pact that your country is in? What purpose does it serve?"

"...As you might know, the Northern Pact consists of 4 nations, that being Flashia, Esterria, Naeslagtland and most importantly Reslania. It is also important that we state our mission as an alliance that we don't actively seek to fight, we only fight in the name of defending what we are from any aggressors"

"I take it as that the Northern Pact is more or less more defensive if anything?"

"Yes, that is correct. We are not those imperialists you'd see with the Kingdoms Union Gestrae, and we will certainly not bow down to them either"

"Now moving on, can you tell us something about the quote-on-quote fighting right outside the building we're staying in right now?"

"That is what you would call an exercise, where instead of honing our skills in shooting like what you'd see at the range, we hone our skills in tackling a certain situation. Of course it's still not a fully realistic kind, but if you ask me, it's better that we do it to prepare for an inevitable war"

"...You mentioned an inevitable war at the end there, do you think that the Northern Pact will be in direct conflict with the Kingdoms Union?"

"With what we have seen so far... unfortunately yes, I don't see much for a peace option as this continent is inching closer to a great war... unless that changes that is"

"That's very unfortunate indeed"

"I mean, there wasn't much we can do, it's just how this world works"

...

"So you were law enforcement?" questioned a member at the backseat.

"Indeed I was" replied Toft, the trio's driver.

"May I ask where did you work in and why did you enlist in the Home Guard?"

"I was in Zarabiacskonac, and I re-enlisted because frankly speaking, I wanted to put bullets into slave owners"

"You re-enlisted?" said the senior member at the front passenger seat "As in... you were in the Home Guard before?"

"I did, as a conscript back in 06 and 08"

"...So what did you before then?"

"Believe it or not, I don't get to do much apart from some exercises, I just try to entertain myself as it gets boring quick as an 1-NF doing 2 years"

"May I ask what's an 1-NF?"

"They're basically just infantry"

"Wha- Why would you have another name for infantry?"

"I don't know man, probably something about the top brass keeping track of their soldiers and what they do with their Defense Occupational Specialty, or just DOS"

"I... see... So what about your time in Zarabiacskonac?"

"I'd argue it was much better, there's some moments that I didn't get to experience when I was HG back in 06-08, like dealing with some drunkards to sometimes busting down doors. I even get to catch some spies earlier this year"

"And where are they from?"

"If I remember correctly... Varika?"

Silence suddenly took over the vehicle as it continued onwards.

"...You all seemed shocked, what's wrong?"

"It was you that caught all those Varikan spies?"

"More or less, yeah"

"But how? I thought they were well armed and well trained?"

"Well armed my ass, I saw no guns while we were gunning most of them down"

"I... Uh... Understandable..."

They have already understood what Flash small arms can truly be capable of, even if it's just black rifles they tested. Accurate, repeating, relatively quick to reload, those attributes they had in mind ultimately decided that they won't question it any further.

And now, they could only enjoy the scenery of the Gevakan plains, while out the left window where the youngest sits by, a further away spread out formation of armored vehicles can be seen advancing with them, soldiers barely seen standing on the back of the vehicle before the muffled sound of the cannon firing in bursts reached their ears.

A fascinating short scene indeed, before the G-Wagon would turn away from the formations, and a notebook now filled to the brim.

...

3 days later Northern Gladahjuland, Flashia, 30/9/2017 A cutter of the Flash Coast Guards rock back and forth in the really cold, foggy North of the Gladahjulish state, even if it's only summer. Being far from the South where things had been going on, this area has been quite peaceful, but they still know nothing about this world, and they're very wary of what could possibly be up there.

"...It's always too quiet for me, I don't like it..."

Despite having nothing much to enforce the law over their waters, the Coast Guards had continued to keep an eye out for anything that could pop up when they least expect it with radars and especially binoculars.

"...Oh well, such is life..."

Now the reason why binocs are so extensively used is because of wooden ships. That kind of ships is one you can describe as an absolute nightmare to find if you could only use radars which isn't very good at detecting anything made out of woods.

The ship continued to patrol the Northern coastline, with its crews on pretty much every side looking out for anything that seem out of the ordinary. Speaking of out of ordinary...

"Attention! We have a sail ship at our port side, North!"

Emerging from a fog is a ship obviously from an era that by now, one could say have returned to this Federal Republic. Its mast bear a square-shaped ensign of white on the top half and blue at the bottom.

"Helmsman, get us closer to the ship!"

The helmsman then cranked the throttle forward then turning the wheels to the left where the ship would be heading. After numerous times the water had splashed into the cutter, being close enough, the white ship slowed down, and the captain would get a hold of the speaker.

"Unidentified ship! You are entering territorial waters of Flashia! State your intention or turn back immediately!"

The Coast Guards then waited for a response as their wooden vessel counterparts took their time. Eventually, they responded back... with a different language... a language that one of them happens to recognize.

"That's Northern Ládean!"

The same guy would go towards the bridge, to where the commander is staying.

"I'm sorry sir, but can I borrow the speaker a bit?"

The captain looked at the Coast Guard, a little confused.

"...Sure..."

He then gave up control for the speaker to the sailor. After that he cleared his throat and started speaking.

[[You are entering the waters of Flaši, state your intention immediately!]]

(I don't speak Northern Sámi nor is there a translator for it anywhere just so we're clear)

The next few seconds would pass by, and another response is given from the ships.

[[We are from Beria! We are transporting the Princess to safety!]]

[[...What do you mean by transporting her to safety?]]

[[Monsters! They took over our Kingdom!]]

The sailor then looked over to the captain.

"We have a monarch going on exile here, they're from a country called Beri"

"...You're Ládean?"

"Nah, I just speak the language"

"I see then... just tell them we will get onboard to see what's going on"

"Got it"

[[Stay wherever you are, we will get onboard to check on you]]

"Oh and by the way, you'll be our intepreter"

"Fine by me, sir"

...

"I understand, we will wait for you!" was the message that would be sent over by a cone-shaped voice amplifier. The messanger then turned to his captain, who seems to have been very surprised by the white ship speaking their language. It's obvious it's not a native tongue, but that only adds in to the surprise that they can speak so fluently.

"Sir?"

The captain then quickly shakes his head, snapping out of it then turning to the voice messenger.

(LoreDucc: Voice messenger? Really?)

(DuccWrites: Stfu)

"...We just have to prepare for their arrival" said the captain "Put away the weapons, do not engage them in any hostile manners"

The crew followed through with the order, putting their arquebus' stock to the floor, barrel pointing upwards. They then stood up from their previous crouching stance, turned around and walked back with the guns at their hands.

As he observed this happening, the captain then turn his eyes back to look out of his ship, at the approaching white ship with red-white stripes and an insignia from 'Flaši' as they called themselves.

"...Calm down... It will be fine..."

...

The Coast Guard ship slows down to a halt with the port of the both ships facing directly each other. A plank would then slid over to the Flash ship from their wooden Berian counterparts, and after that, the Coast Guards crossed over to their ship as the captain with bear ears and white hair then approached them as he spoke to them in their language, the interim intepreter then turned to the others.

"This is captain Niillas of the Berian Navy-in-exile" he said.

"In exile?" said the Coast Guard captain.

"Yep, that's what he said"

"Ah..."

The Guardsman then turned back to Niillas at which point he switch to speaking Northern Ládean. Judging by his gestures and the Berian nodding to his words, anyone could tell the guy is introducing the Flash group.

After that, they exchanged some talks with each other, with the intepreter periodically get back to his fellow Guardsmen to translate what he said.

"They went South because the forces led by a demon had taken over the country, seeking refuge in nearby countries"

"Demons? From the North?"

"Yes, sir"

"Fuck me man... I really have a bad feeling about this..."

And then, a certain someone would emerge from the ship. It's a young girl also with white hair with the distinct bear ears, somewhere in the age of a young adult, wearing quite a majestic dress. This must be the princess they heard about.

"...Do you happen to speak the Inter-Civilized Language...?" said the princess in fluent Builtish, much to every Guardsmen's surprise.

...

Fresserik, Tilenogtyve, Flashia A phone rings out in an office of the Ministry of Immigration, with the call shortly being answered by a middle-aged man sitting in his own office.

"Hallo, Anders Bjørn speaking"

Anders Bjørn is the Immigration Minister of Flashia, responsible for anything immigration-related as his ministry denotes itself.

"Sir? We have an urgent situation at hand here"

"Urgent?" said the minister with a hint of surprise "...I suppose I can help deal with it. I'm on a bit of good mood after all"

The reason for this is that the Ministry doesn't have much to do after Flashia's transfer into this world. While the rest had to deal with a whole lot of mess, the Immigration side was spared for the most part. Of course, it's gotten busier now, but given that it's known for having loads of work to do, it was still desirable than it was before.

"Sir, we just have received reports of several sail ships from the North carrying what seems to be bear folks"

"Really? How many?"

"In ships or..."

"I'm talking about the occupants of course"

"Well... the exact number is still unknown, but if we're going by the amount of ships, it's been estimated at 30,000, at least"

The smile Anders had was suddenly changed into that of a frowning one. He certainly did not expect such numbers nor does he is happy about it at all.

"Sir...?"

Anders sighed before getting back at the call.

"So where did they come from and why did they come here?"

"Details are still a little bit fuzzy, but according to one of our Coast Guard unit that boarded one of them, they're from the Kingdom of Beria further North from our country, and they're fleeing the country because some demons took over the Kingdom"

At this point, while he taps on his table, Anders began to contemplate about the whole situation he is now facing.

"Sir, what's your call?"

The minister thought for a few more time before the answer.

"...Let's just take them in and go through the processing of each one of them, can we do that?"

"Sounds good to me"

"Alright, that's all for now... I'm just going to hang up..."

The Immigration Minister then puts his landline off, ending the call. Believe me when I say he never wanted to do this, but he just can't send them back what is possibly now a shithole with the context having been given. A deep breath was taken and a palm was put over his face.

"...Faen..." (...Damn...)

...

"So tell me..." said the captain of the Coast Guard ship to the Berian as they both sat down inside the cabin of the wooden ship "What exactly happened back in your country of Beria?"

The princess does not seem happy nor is really in the mood of answering the question at all as she looked slightly away.

"...It's alright if you don't tell me, I'm not going to force you to, we're not enemies after all"

She continued to exercise silence...

"...A Demon Lord led an army of monsters to fight our army..."

"And...?"

"They were small at first, manageable for our army... But then, somehow they got even more powerful and then they took the capital and my father and brother..."

The polar bear princess looked down on the floor with saddened face. It's pretty clear what happened next judging by her expression.

"Oh dear... sorry for your loss..."

And then, his radio came to life, prompting the Princess to look at him and then the black box that spoke in curiousity. After it finished up on transmitting the message, the captain then turned to his intepreter for the rest of the Berian occupants.

"Sir?"

"...You go tell them to follow us into a port, we'll handle things later on"

"Yes sir" before the Guardsman turned and walked to the door to the exit of the cabin,

...

The dark clouds befell upon the further North country of Beria, as soldiers of the Lord's Army walked down the empty roads of the capital city of Hošče. Ravaged by the Lord's Army offensive that decided the fate of the war for control, all that's left now is the ethnic Berians trying to survive as goblins and orcs terrorized the population.

With the capital city under their control, their leader, the Demon Lord himself would be seen sitting on a throne in what was once the residence of the Royal Family.

"So... is there any news regarding the Princess's whereabout?" he said to the Ogres who acted as his subordinates of various units of his army.

"We found where she was hiding, my lord, but..." replied one of the ogres.

"But what?"

"...It seems to us that she was already gone by the time we went there"

The Demon Lord sighs with a facepalm upon having hearing those words, but only for a short while.

"I figured this would happen... Where did she go?"

"Judging by concentration of mana..." said another ogre "...It seems she is heading South with many others"

Ever since their offensive happened, many of the Berians started to flee the Kingdom en masse whether it be the peasants or the nobles, mostly heading South as it seems.

While he can accept them running away, the Demon Lord could not let the princess slip away. The girl in her early adult age is the last one to be remaining in the royalty, and is often widely considered to be ethnic Berian's last hope. With her still in the picture, the polar bears would revolt and would continue doing so even if it's going to be in vain anyways until she was out for good.

"Very well then... she can run, but she will not be able to hide for long... send out our assassins to the South"

"Your order shall be carried out"

...

"...The Ministry of Defense has called upon another mobilization effort. This time, it's to reinforce its Northern flank in Gladahjuland, Animaatland, Tilenogtyve and Svarher, coinciding with a partial withdrawal of Flash troops in mainland Gevaka.

The mobilization is in response to a new perceived threat from a country called 'Beria' which was recently taken over by demons, according to a certain Princess Sive who fled the country along with others. Further details are still unclear at the moment.

Some had said that the government is making this up to instill fear into the people. In response, the Minister of Defense, Anton Dam has said that "Given in the past, how what we thought to be absurd turned out to be true, we have reasons to consider this as a valid and very real threat"

Esterria, Reslania, and Naeslagtland have offered support to this action, with Reslania and Naeslagtland considering sending troops to Northern Flashia to counter the new threat" - FCNN

3/10/1702, 0000 A boat would land on an island, its occupant consisting of lizardmen with black capes jumped off to set their foot onto the ground, then making their way further into the island.

"I sure do hope that we ACTUALLY find something this time" said one of them as they walked "The last 2 were completely empty"

"No guarantees but I feel the same" said another "Frankly I just want this to be done with already"

"Hey cut it!" said their leader in this mission "Anyone could hear us coming if you don't!"

"Fine..."

This group of nine has a mission they have to do as assigned by their Lord, to find, capture or kill Princess Sive and bring her body back. They walked into a forest that leads to a dirt pathway while exercising some caution. They know they're likely not going to find much like with the 2 they searched, but they're not going to take any chance either.

The lizardmen walked slowly but surely, trying to make as less sound as possible, while at the same time, some began feeling that something's off, including the leader.

'Is there someone watching us?' he thought to himself 'No, it can't be, it's too dark out here for anyone to see us...'

They would be walking for some time, with the suppressed urge of returning getting bigger. Fast forward 20 minutes later, they made it to some kind of 2-storey cottage, and the clothes hanging outside coincidentally matching the ones that the princess typically wears.

'Is it just me or the cottage seems suspiciously small?'

With a hand signal of the lead, they split up, surrounding the cottage as they advanced. They covered the front and both sides, and when they eventually get there, the rear is also covered by one of their members.

Two would be kept outside the front entrance of the cottage. They opened the door in a manner so that it wouldn't creak as loudly before the 6 went in. Their steps becomes quieter as they would also slow things down, keeping an eye out for anyone that could come out at any moment.

After checking the rooms here, not finding anyone, the Assassin Group took the stair up to the next floor, finding a few more doors. They would check the 2 before moving onto the last, and it was here did they finally found something. It's a bedroom with someone sleeping inside.

Very slowly and carefully, 3 of them (including the leader) entered the room and approached the bed, looking down the ground just in case there's something that could possibly wake them up. Step by step they eventually made it there, pausing for a brief moment to make sure they did nothing wrong.

The leader then reached his hand out to the blanket, the other holding a dagger. Now gripping the blanket, he then yanked it out... only to find the one 'sleeping' there to be several pillows underneath. Lying right beside them is a note, which the leader then grabbed it and turned it around.

"Välkommen till Fläska!" it said, and it was at this point that the leader had a sudden realization.

"IT'S A TRAP!" he shouted. And what erupted right after is the windows breaking and holes made to the walls of wood to the sound of bullet breaking the barrier from every side, taking out those outside as made apparent from the screams with a few also been taken out the fight in such a short time.

"WHAT IN THE DEMON LORD'S NAME?!?"

...

I feel like some stuff are a bit crap

Patch notes (9/2/2024): Fixed an inconsistency in formatting (12/2/2024): Patched an incorrect spelling of Beria