Adelbrand stood within the confines of the Granadan Royal Palace. In his hands was a letter delivered from the front lines. By his side were the various Generals and Officers tasked with leading the war efforts of the German-Granadan Alliance within the Iberian Theatre. A devilish smirk was on his face as he pronounced every word with perfect prose, as if he were reciting a poem.
"The King is dead, and his armies with him. The trap that the Kaiser has laid for our enemies went perfectly. Spain is ripe for conquest!"
Hasan heard these words and immediately felt a wrenching feeling in his gut. He had not suffered from such anxiety since his capital was under siege years ago. After taking a moment to calm his senses, he wore a stern expression as he issued the command that would alter the course of history forever.
"Prepare my Army and inform the men that we march on Spain on the morrow. Al-Andalus will be restored!"
