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Region: Crassia
General Smith of the Zekali ground forces looked out across a vast sea from his jeep. The waves lapped at the shore as he watched the sun rise over the sea. "Inshallah" he said briefly between sips.
It had only been three months, but the mighty nation of Zekalia had finally achieved its manifest destiny and reached the Saber Rattling Sea. Zekali supervision had already brought stability to the areas that it occupied filling in the void caused by the collapse of so many governments, one after another. Now, all that was left was the interior of the continent of Grecia and the holy sites of the once almighty nation of Saegan. The nation of Zekalia was a new convert, with its leadership only recently changing due to a visit from the former state. Now, however, it stood alone and was poised to fill in the place of its former mentor.
