Bang!
A fine, exquisite blue-and-white porcelain vase was swept to the floor by Saff in one stroke, shattering into pieces.
His handsome face darkened slightly. He rose from behind his desk, drew a deep breath, adjusted the pure white cravat at his chest, and strode out of the office.
Outside the office lay the entire Allied Fleet base, with its hundreds of enormous warships.
The densely packed vessels stood in orderly formations, filling almost all of Saff's field of vision.
Naval officers in immaculate uniforms stood in rows, saluting from both sides of the harbor road.
Everyone had made way for a straight road leading him to the temporary speaking platform at the highest point of the base island.
Saff closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a faint blue light glimmered in his deep-blue pupils as he strode forward.
Whoosh!
The guards in snow-white gloves raised their rifles high, their shining bayonets thrusting toward the sky.
Though it was only a few hundred meters, Saff took a full ten minutes to reach the platform.
Saff looked down ahead. In the broad fan-shaped plaza directly before him, ranks upon ranks of navy personnel in white uniforms stood in perfect formation, like solid blocks.
Thousands upon thousands of gazes converged upon him.
Everyone here was an elite officer of the Allied Fleet. They were the true backbone supporting the vast Allied Fleet forces.
Screech!
The short staff in Saff's hand pierced the ground like a sharp sword. The pure white cape behind him fluttered faintly.
"Several months ago, the Great Moon Empire declared war on Seracla without warning. In barely two months, twelve temporary bases fell. Tens of thousands of our compatriots became slaves, and wealth counted in the hundreds of billions was reduced to scorched earth."
"Holy artifacts collapsed,