Gentlemen, I Like War

In the heart of the decaying empire, a roar ignited a prairie fire. Tactical genius Aletov Caesar witnessed the powerful using exorbitantly priced cigars and frivolous words to trample the blood of frontline soldiers and the future of the empire. When a sky-high ransom was arbitrarily set for the useless Maldo Foyle who had ruined the entire elite force, his anger exploded: "Gentlemen, I like war! I hate trash!" This declaration sent him to the "Black Stone" death row, which symbolized death. Prince Androsov, the ruthless ruler, wanted to kill him to establish his power. However, the storms gathered in the north. Iron-blooded Marshal Saul Valentine launched the "Anvil" rescue at any cost. Academic elite Livia von Strasser used a "wall-breaking" operation as precise as a scalpel to tear open a bloody path deep in the "Black Stone". On the run on a rainy night, Caesar stepped into the Storm Fortress made of Valentine's steel. What greeted him was the old commander's heavy soul torture: "Are you worth the price?" Livia followed closely, bringing the bad news that the college was purged and split due to the rescue operation. The Rotten Core, the Iron Frontier, the Academy of Precision—the empire is torn around Caesar. Outside, there are the behemoths of winter and the cavalry of the dawn, looking at them with eager eyes, while inside, the duke is plotting to strangle and the "Dark Crow" is deadly hunting. Can Caesar's ideal fire be forged into a hammer that crushes decay in Valentine's iron chopping block and Livia's precision furnace? Is that declaration a death knell or a clarion call? In the meat grinder of power, only war can tear apart hypocrisy and bury waste. The anvil is cast, the war is renewed!