424:Fall Of USR

Across the world, inside the Sovereign Bastion.

The air inside the fortified palace of the USR President was thick with tension. Alarms blared in the distance, and the muffled sound of gunfire echoed through the halls. Staff members rushed into the room, their faces pale with fear.

"Sir, we need to leave now," an aide urged, his voice trembling. "The situation is getting out of control."

President Viktor sat in his high-backed leather chair, his sharp features illuminated by the blue glow of a large digital screen. He didn't seem fazed, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the polished desk.

On the screen, reports poured in. 

Daxia and USL had already fallen. Their leaders had either been captured or surrendered. Their territories were no longer independent nations but part of something larger—a unified plan that was unfolding with ruthless efficiency.