— The News Spreads —
After the Grand Meeting…
Word spread.
Not through announcements.
Not through official channels.
But through whispers, spies, and hidden networks.
The Empire was preparing for something.
And the world felt it.
— United Alliance(Battle Net / War Path Territory) —
Inside a fortified war room…
Commanders, generals, and leaders gathered around a tactical table.
A lieutenant stood at attention.
"Can you confirm this information?" a Commander asked.
"Yes, sir," the lieutenant replied.
"My contact inside the Empire confirmed it."
"They're planning something."
A heavy silence followed.
One leader leaned forward.
"If that's true… then we must prepare for the inevitable."
Another slammed his hand on the table.
"Then we strike first!"
"Before they do."
A different voice cut in.
"No. That would only escalate things further."
"We should send a convoy. Diplomacy. A treaty."
"Treaty?" someone scoffed.
"You really think the Empire wants peace?"
Voices rose.
Arguments clashed.
Tension built—
"Gentlemen."
One figure spoke calmly.
The room fell silent.
"If the Empire truly aims for us…"
"…then conflict is inevitable."
He looked around the room.
"The Empire possesses some of the strongest players in existence."
"They have alliances far greater than ours."
A pause.
"But we do not back down."
His voice hardened.
"This is the Land of War."
"Home of Battle Net. Home of War Path."
"Maybe they have stronger warriors…"
"…but we have numbers."
"And firepower."
One officer hesitated.
"But sir… what can normal soldiers do against them?"
"A single warrior from the Empire can wipe out an entire squad."
Silence.
Then—
A man in the shadows smiled.
"You think we're the only ones preparing?"
— Countless Star (Floating Islands) —
Far above the clouds…
Floating islands drifted in endless skies.
The world of Countless Star.
Inside the Supreme Council chamber—
Leaders observed reports from across the network.
One council member spoke.
"The Empire's movements… do they relate to the recent abduction incident?"
Another calmly replied.
"All territories under Countless Star remain classified as Green Zones."
"The safest regions in existence."
He folded his hands.
"If the Empire makes a move…"
"I highly doubt we'll be their first target."
A faint smile.
"They still have bigger enemies to deal with."
— CraftWorld (The Rival Power) —
Beyond most nations…
A world that rivaled the Empire itself.
CraftWorld.
A legendary realm.
Home to some of the strongest players ever recorded.
Faction leaders and warlords gathered in a grand hall.
At the highest throne—
Sat the Queen.
A National Player.
One of the strongest beings alive.
She opened her eyes.
The entire hall fell silent.
"…Let us begin."
— The Kingdom of Code (NPC Realm) —
In a distant kingdom…
Not ruled by players—
But by awakened NPCs.
Beings who had gained freedom.
Beings who worshipped the Code itself.
Officials whispered among themselves.
Rumors of the Empire spread quickly.
At the throne…
The Warrior King sat in silence.
One thought crossed his mind:
What is the Empire planning…?
— Neo Vice (Futuristic City) —
A neon-lit city of steel and light.
Where androids, bots, and players coexisted.
Inside a guild hall—
Players gathered, discussing the same topic.
"The Empire is moving again…"
"No way this ends peacefully."
"Something big is coming."
— Pirate Bay (Roaring Seas) —
The ocean roared.
Hundreds of thousands of ships filled the waters.
At the center—
One ship towered above all.
The flagship of the Pirate King.
He sat on his throne, overlooking his fleet.
A wanted poster rested in his hand.
Ryze — Starlink Sniper
But his eyes weren't focused on her.
They shifted.
To another name.
Blaze.
A slow smile formed on his face.
"…Now that's interesting."
— The Wastelands (Fallen Game Zones) —
In a broken, collapsing world…
Where abandoned systems glitched and decayed—
A group of elite mercenaries wandered.
Cross-game players.
Survivors.
They watched the skies.
"War's coming," one of them muttered.
— The Stars Above (Galactic War) —
Beyond all worlds…
Beyond all game boundaries…
A war raged among the stars.
Massive fleets clashed in deep space.
The banner of the United Federation burned bright—
Protecting countless systems.
Across from them—
The overwhelming force of the Nova Empire.
Thousands of warships.
Endless.
Dominating the void.
At the center of the fleet—
A massive flagship.
A man stood overlooking the stars.
The Supreme Leader of the Nova Empire.
A report echoed through his comms.
"The Void anomaly has resurfaced."
"…And a new variable has appeared."
The man smiled.
"…A Void?"
"…An anomaly?"
His eyes gleamed.
"Things are about to get interesting."
Behind him—
Thousands of warships shifted direction.
Moving.
Toward a single point.
— End —
The world was no longer watching.
It was moving.
War…
Was no longer a possibility.
It was coming.