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The emperor's special plane took off from the palace landing pad on schedule, bound for Aurora Central Starport, escorted by an entire air wing of Wrath of the Skies Vikings.

At that moment, several massive Imperial Fleets above Aurora's main city stood ready for battle, needing only Emperor Augustus's command to set sail. These majestic behemoths filled the sky one after another like floating cities, their bright lights faintly visible even from stationary orbit. Tens of thousands of Imperial spacecraft, marked by sharp steel lines, circled these giant vessels, sails racing in a grand competition.

More than two hundred years ago, when the first colonial mothership arrived at Tarsonis, the ancestors of Terran humanity might never have imagined that, when they returned to the stars one day, they would achieve such astonishing accomplishments.

Even today, the most ordinary citizen of Korhal could not help but feel heartfelt pride upon witnessing these magnificent warships.

"To me, Korhal is where everything began." Augustus sat in the emperor's special plane, with Kerrigan beside him and Louis seated between them. "And Augustgrad is both the end of one chapter of history and the beginning of another."

"Augustgrad is your name," Louis said.

"No, it was the name of your great-grandfather." Augustus said, "Angus told me that my grandfather was very pleased that I used his name, but he did not live to see what came later."

"Teacher Hansen said that Augustgrad and the people who built it would live on forever, and that everyone in the Empire would remember Korhal's history," Louis said. She could sense the complicated emotions churning within her father, but she did not quite understand them.

"Yes," Augustus said. "Korhal is the forge that tempered our dynasty into shape. Upon the anvil of history, she was raw, rugged, and stained