The battle fleet cut through the water like knives, followed overhead by thousands of fighter jets. The coastline ahead was covered in black smoke from the hundreds of artillery shells impacting against the enemy position. Transports pulled out in front of the fleet's carriers and destroyers, making a beeline for the ruined land ahead. Paratroopers began their final checks of their equipment, and were soon free falling towards the earth amidst millions of rounds of AA fire.
The fighter jets roared in behind the troops, lancing out at ground targets and enemy jets both. The battle became joined at sea as the enemy fleet came lumbering out of the thick smoke that hung over the land, weapons firing as fast as they could. Carriers and destroyers began to take losses as the transport ships hit land. Machine gun fire mowed down the troops as soon as they ran aground, turning the sea red with blood. Paratroopers crashed into the ruined landscape above the beachhead, most of them dead, and the living ones filled with bullets before they could undo their chutes.
Fire covered the sea for miles as fuel tankers exploded, spewing their loads onto friendly and enemy ships alike. The sky was filled with flaming debris as the fighter jets inflicted heavy tolls on either side, and a deadly rainstorm covered the war zone. Miles away massive submarines launched their deadly payloads into orbit, and were subsequently sunk by enemy tactical satellites. The troops were advancing up the beach, using sheer numbers as a shield against the river of lead. Red began to mix with the black clouds.
The missiles fired from the subs screamed through the air, and crashed into the ground. Seven mushroom clouds appeared over the coast, lording over the devastation, the death as their shockwaves incinerated everything in their path. Jet fighters exploded instantly, men turned to dust, ships tore apart and sank beneath the churning sea. Enemies on either side of the conflict died as the nuclear clouds sealed the fate of the cities lying only miles inland. Buildings erupted and fell, vehicles crumpled and died, roads buckled and snapped.
High above the dying land, in a large castle hewed into the side of a mountain, a dozen men dressed in jet-black uniforms loaded their pistols, put them to their temples, and pulled the triggers. The bodies fell to the cold stone floor, and the most devastating war in the history of the war came to a climatic close. Enemy forces all across the front surrendered as soon as the order to disarm was given, and friendly troops marched victoriously over the dead soil.
Countries around the world rejoiced, joining hands with strangers as confetti rained down from towering skyscrapers onto the jubilant streets below. Civilian planes released long trails of national colors as they passed over the cities of the world, and national anthems blared from vehicles as they parked in the streets. The world began the long process of recovery, and the reclamation of peace, but the enemy was not through with it yet…