THE STORM BREAKS

The world had changed overnight. Where once the great nations of Earth fought wars over land, resources, and ideology, they now stood together against an enemy that threatened their very survival. The Elven fleet had left the frozen shores of Antarctica, sailing on shimmering waves of magic, and now the first great battle of the war was about to begin.

The Elves struck first.

In the skies above the Indian Ocean, great winged beasts—Sky Serpents bound by Elven magic—soared through the night, their riders wielding lances of crackling energy. Accompanying them were Elven airships, sleek and almost ghost-like, slipping through the clouds with unnatural grace. Against them, squadrons of fighter jets—American F-22s, Indian Sukhoi-30MKIs—screamed through the atmosphere, unleashing their payloads.

The first engagement began above the Maldives, where the Indian and U.S. Air Forces met the Elven invasion head-on.

The battle was unlike anything the world had seen before. Missiles and magic clashed, the sky becoming a canvas of fire and smoke. Elven warriors, riding on air-borne steeds, weaved through anti-air fire, slicing apart jets with their enchanted weapons. But the humans adapted quickly—jet pilots flew in coordinated formations, using superior speed and advanced radar systems to outmaneuver and take down Elven fliers.

It was chaos. And it was only the beginning.

THE FALL OF MADAGASCAR

Western Indian Ocean—Madagascar

Rear Admiral Jean-Paul Moreau of the French Navy watched from the bridge of the FS Charles de Gaulle, his hands clenched into fists as the first reports came in.

"Elven fleet approaching the eastern coast. Hundreds of warships. Energy readings off the charts."

"Our missile strikes aren’t penetrating their magical shields!"

"They’re deploying troops!"

Madagascar had been chosen as one of the first major landing zones for the Elven forces. The island’s location made it a strategic foothold, allowing the invaders to control the western reaches of the Indian Ocean. The French and allied African militaries had reinforced it, but the sheer power of the Elven onslaught was overwhelming.

Columns of silver-armored Elven warriors marched onto the beaches, their swords glowing with arcane fire. Elven spellcasters chanted in unison, raising towering walls of magical energy that blocked incoming artillery fire. Human tanks and infantry forces counterattacked fiercely, engaging in brutal close-quarters combat, but for every Elven warrior that fell, another two took their place.

In the skies, French Rafale fighter jets and South African Gripens struggled to maintain air superiority. Though they managed to take down several Elven fliers, the sheer magical prowess of the enemy forced them into retreat.

"This is a Radio Vaovao Mahasao operating on 106.8 frequency, this is a emergency broadcast, French forces are pulling out of Madagascar and establishing a perimeter with Indian Navy to support a retreat of civilian population, All able bodies are advised to evacuate to the nearest ports, Madagascar has fallen, I repeat Madagascar has fallen.

By nightfall, Madagascar had fallen.

The Elven banners now flew over its capital, Antananarivo.

But it had cost them.

Thousands of Elves lay dead alongside the human defenders. The war was proving far costlier than the invaders had anticipated.

THE PACIFIC COUNTERATTACK

Somewhere in the Coral Sea

While the Elves gained ground in the Indian Ocean, the battle for the Pacific was far from over.

A massive naval armada, spearheaded by U.S., Australian, and Japanese fleets, prepared to intercept the Elven forces attempting to land in Australia. The aircraft carriers USS Gerald R. Ford, JS Izumo, and HMAS Canberra led the counteroffensive, launching wave after wave of attack aircraft.

The Elves, despite their magical might, were not invincible.

The human navy had studied their weaknesses—Elven warships relied on magical shields, but those shields flickered momentarily when they fired their arcane cannons. The solution was simple: time the missile strikes to hit precisely in those moments of vulnerability.

And it worked.

Explosions rocked the ocean as several Elven warships were torn apart, their once-impenetrable defenses overwhelmed by the sheer precision of human weaponry. Tomahawk missiles, railguns, and torpedoes shredded the once-mighty fleet.

But the Elves refused to back down.

With a deafening roar, Leviathans—massive sea serpents summoned from the depths—rose from the waves, smashing into human warships with terrifying strength. One of the Leviathans wrapped itself around a destroyer, crushing it like paper before dragging it beneath the waves.

Yet humanity endured.

Through sheer force of will and superior tactics, the Pacific fleet held the line.

Australia remained untouched, for now.

SOUTH AMERICA: THE SHADOW WAR BEGINS

Deep in the Amazon Rainforest, Mary moved like a ghost.

The humid jungle was thick with the scent of damp earth and blood. Around her, her Royal Knights executed their mission with ruthless efficiency—striking key human outposts, eliminating resistance, and ensuring the Elves maintained control over the region.

But something was wrong.

Even with Specter’s influence, the humans had not collapsed as expected.

A village they had razed just a week ago had somehow been reoccupied and rebuilt overnight. Supply convoys they had intercepted kept returning as if they had endless reserves. Every time Mary and her forces secured a region, resistance forces reappeared, harassing their operations with guerrilla tactics.

And now, Mary’s forces had lost contact with one of their forward scouting parties.

She crouched low, her golden eyes scanning the jungle. Somewhere in the darkness, something was watching them.

A whisper of movement.

A gunshot.

One of her Royal Knights collapsed, a bullet perfectly placed between his eyes.

"Ambush!"

Gunfire erupted from the trees, and humans clad in jungle camouflage attacked with unrelenting precision.

Mary’s forces fought back with magic and swords, but this was not the open battlefield—this was the Amazon, and the humans had turned it into a killing ground.

A flashbang detonated, blinding her momentarily.

As her vision returned, she saw a human operative standing before her, dressed in black combat gear, a skull insignia on his shoulder.

"You’re not invincible anymore, Elf."

Then came darkness.

THE AFTERMATH: A STALEMATE IN THE MAKING

The first great offensive had begun, and neither side had claimed true victory.

* Madagascar had fallen, but at a cost the Elves had not expected.

* The Pacific remained under human control, though the battles had only just begun.

* In South America, the war had turned into a brutal shadow conflict, with neither side willing to yield an inch.

The Elves had drawn first blood, but humanity had refused to break.

For the first time, the invaders understood the truth.

This war would not be easy.

And humanity was far from defeated.