Plant Empire, capital, Jerusalem.
In the long hall of the Parliament Building, the legislators whispered among themselves in their seats, their faces showing a mixture of tension, doubt, and curiosity.
The light was dim, as though only the dust between black and white and the radiance could be seen.
When the new prime minister entered the hall, the tense atmosphere in the chamber reached its peak.
His figure appeared firm and decisive. Dressed in a formal black suit, immaculate in every detail, he made his way through the crowd toward the podium. Every step seemed heavy and meaningful.
When he stood at the podium, a low murmur rose throughout the hall.
Prime Minister Wilford looked around, took a deep breath, and began his speech.
His voice was firm and powerful, filled with passion and resolve. He spoke of the challenges facing the Plant Empire, his attitude, and his faith in the future. It was not only an explanation of the current situation, but also an encouragement to the people.
The reporters kept diligently recording his words, while the legislators reacted to his speech in different ways. Some looked surprised, while others remained skeptical.
Though he had originally belonged to the Conservative Faction, he was now displaying a rather radical attitude. Clearly, this would leave everyone unable to determine where he truly stood.
Yet there was no denying that the new prime minister had displayed extraordinary composure in the face of danger at this critical moment.
His speech was not merely a statement to Parliament. It was a declaration to the entire Plant Empire and even the whole world.
"Victory. What we want is victory."
"Victory at any cost."
"No matter how terrifying it is, we must fight for victory. No matter how long the road ahead, we must fight for