The end was coming soon; we all knew it to be true. The world was dying, hobbled by a supernatural plague, paralyzed by diplomatic stalemate and ravaged by conflict. The only hope to save the world rested on the shoulders of the Durendal Khanate, the very tyrants who’d brought this world to the brink.
Mission accomplished. The Durendal Khanate had brought enduring freedom to the socialistic masses of DACT. All it took was a small expeditionary force of tens of thousands of battle-hardened troops, coupled with close-air support from attack helicopters, and, of course, the careful application of a hundred-odd cruise missiles.