Afterward, the details of how the war began and ended emerged bit by bit.
The most eye-catching revelation was naturally the ultimate weapon known as the Gundam.
The Defense Minister of the Intis Republic sat in his velvet-carpeted office.
His expression was graver than ever. He did not even notice that the cigar in his hand had burned down to the stub.
What had happened over the past few days was simply too shocking.
The Archbishop of the Eternal Flame had confirmed that the God of Combat had indeed fallen.
The Feysac Empire, that violence-worshipping power in the north, had lost its main support and collapsed.
He slammed the photograph onto his desk.
Now, across the entire Northern Continent, no one could stop Loen's Steel Flood.
Yet what frightened him more than the cannons and mechas was what had happened inside the Loen Kingdom.
The newly appointed Prime Minister had gone straight after the country's nobles and royal family.
If the Loen Kingdom came for them next, would these powerful men also be dragged from their mansions by the common rabble and hanged in the square?
The workers and farmers at the bottom seemed meek enough in ordinary times. Once stirred up by Loen's ideas, they would become a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.
"Ready the carriage."
The minister shot to his feet and snatched his coat from the rack. "To the Presidential Palace.
We have to find a way. We cannot let Loen's sparks reach Intis!"
Three days later.
The Winter Palace in Saint Petersburg.
Oak logs crackled in the fireplace, but a chill still hung in the room.
Trier II, Emperor of the Feysac Empire, sat at one end of the long table.
He still wore the dark red uniform that marked him as supreme commander.
But the uniform