Nope...Treaty

The Iberian Royal Palace in Madrid was a grand structure of towering marble columns and golden chandeliers, a testament to the empire's power and legacy. Yet, within its halls, a quiet tension had settled. The Royal Council had gathered in the Hall of State, where King Felipe IV of Iberia sat at the head of a long, polished table, surrounded by his most trusted ministers and military leaders.

The subject of the meeting was clear—the Elysean incursion in Pan-America.

The recent battles at Fort San Rafael had been a humiliating defeat. The Iberian forces had underestimated the Elyseans, believing them to be just another European power looking to establish a few minor colonies. Instead, Elysea had brought weapons never seen before—Gatling guns, which had ripped through entire battalions with horrifying efficiency.

Felipe's fingers tapped against the table as his generals and advisors spoke.