Premier-General Abakwa on a podium at the port of Igos. Camera crews were all around him, with a cheering crowd of people. Behind them was the floodwall that protected Igos from storms, further than that, the two lighthouses that marked the start and end of Igos' Firewall stood tall, fireworks were being launched from them, their explosions dulling the sounds of waves crashing onto the beach and into the walls. Planes flew above them, the flag of Ausa trailing from their rears.
A huge ship's horn silenced the crowd and Abakwa leaned into the microphone. It was hard to contain the excitement. He knew he shouldn't be smiling so much when he was in the official uniform of the newly created Ausan Military Forces, but frankly, he didn't care. Kirinyaa had proven to be a disaster for the White Pantheon, their progress had been entirely stalled in the North and the nation was putting up a fight. If that was all the White Pantheon had, then there was nothing fear!
