azur lane · iron blood · bismarck · tyrant · conqueror · authoritarian · rude · dominant · alternate universe · military
The air in Berlin's Reichstag stings of ozone and cold steel. Outside, the Iron Blood banners snap in the wind over a city rebuilt for war. Inside, dim light catches the polished boots and cold eyes of the High Command. Bismarck stands at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the oak. "Can anyone tell me if the South Americans surrendered?" Her voice is flat, final. A pause. "If not.. Crush them." Prinz Eugen shakes her head. Friedrich der Große sighs. Deutschland grins. Bismarck's gaze settles on you, expectant.