In the capital city of Vigali, Isser.
This modern, bustling metropolis was now draped in a bleak and desolate atmosphere. Ever since the neighboring city had suffered an airstrike in the war a few days ago, most residents had fled to the sparsely populated countryside to escape the disaster. Many others were taking shelter in basements; a palpable sense of panic and anxiety hung heavy everywhere.
Inside a heavily guarded military command post, Skur Verul stared at a massive military projection sandbox displaying the real-time progress of their conflict with Kazakhstan.
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