This world hasn’t experienced all the delights of a civilized war for a long time. But the southerners will fix that: sabotage special units, rocket bombardments, genocide—and to avoid being stingy, weapons of mass destruction as well. Fighting like that—on the shards of the world it’s cramped; the old wolves should make room for the younger jackals.
Only neither wolves nor jackals yet know that the one watching their bloody snarl carefully has more than enough for even the whole world.
The great battles of antiquity left the world with little. On the ruins, a new life blossoms, while the old tries to adapt to the changes—or tries to make the changes work for itself. Someone really has reached dawn, and someone else is already starting to wither. The empire is too old—it has already begun to rot. Too many are rushing to its funeral—everyone must get to the imperial riches before the competitors. But isn’t it a bit early for the vultures to stir?