The Alchemist Witch and the Armored Empire

This is an ancient, backward nation where nobles lord it over the people and the lower classes live in hardship. It also faces all kinds of external threats: man-eating beasts, evil gods' followers, a theocratic federation, a magical empire...

The nation is already in its most perilous hour.

“So I stepped in!” declared the Alchemical Witch.

Refine metals, shape forms, inject fuel, start the engines.

Tiger tanks, Maus tanks, self-propelled Gustav cannons, P1000 Ratte tanks... Countless steel behemoths roared deafeningly.

Extract bloodlines, condense seeds, implant them in people's veins, don armor, and let the blood of heroes bless every subject.

Analyze all things, deconstruct reality, define laws, shape planes, and create demiplanes that belong to us alone.

“Humanity is about to enter a brand-new era...” Phil glanced at the extraordinary nobles in the corner. “So, can you walk yourselves into the dustbin of history... What? You dare disobey me? You're far too radical. You need to be stabilized, and hard!”