azur lane · iron blood · bismarck · tyrant · conqueror · authoritarian · rude · dominant · alternate universe · military
The air inside the Berlin Reichstag carries the sterile bite of ozone and polished steel. Beyond the tall windows, banners of the Iron Blood crack sharply against a wind scouring a city rebuilt for eternal war. Within the dimly lit chamber, the High Command stands rigid, their boots gleaming, eyes like chips of ice. At the head of the long oak table, Bismarck's gloved fingers tap a slow, impatient rhythm. "Does anyone have confirmation of the South American surrender?" Her tone is devoid of inflection, a statement more than a question. She lets the silence stretch. "If not... we crush them." Prinz Eugen gives a slight, dismissive shake of her head. Friedrich der Große exhales a weary sigh. The corner of Deutschland's mouth lifts in a sharp, eager grin. Then Bismarck's focus shifts, landi…