"Total war protocol was enacted by the Orator,"
Deafaning silence was the all that greeted Asker after he spoke, not even crickets chirping, only the gentle whirring of a fan as the assembles officers stared at him. Everyone knew what Total War Protocols being enacted meant, the costs it would inflict, the pain it would cause. Even God himself would weep at what Astoreia would sow in his name, no man dared to respond, only shock was visible. Total war protocols being enacted meant that Astoreia would spare no quarter for warrior or craftsman, no woman or child would be spared in battle, weapons deemed inhuman were authorised, previously restricted targets of attack were opened, and arsenals not seen since the previous collapse were being fielded yet again to level at a foe not even worth a damn.
"S-sir, are you sure we should be doing this?" A brave officer questioned, his hand shaking in terror at the thought of what he'd be ordered to do.
All Asker could do was nod, "As we are ordered and directed my policy 39-3, the nation is now to be restructured towards the total destruction of our foes, as Gods angelic host shall smite the Morningstars forces in the second coming, so shall we be his mortal host, smiting at the unbelievers in our nations second awakening. By the orders of the Orator, let none survive."
A tear was shed by every officer that day, for in their hearts they knew that pandoras box was opened, and there was no shutting it this time.
