The Empire has won the war, but at what cost? Europe rebels, Germania is forced to return to their borders, a new war is brewing, raised tensions in the François republic and the Russy Empire result in the continent smelling distinctly similarly to 30 odd years ago. She remembered the day, the boots on the cobbled street, the sound of the familiar knocking upon her door bearing only the word in silver, Argent. Tanya Von Degurechaff gave a grim smile. Life fucking sucked being the Devil Of The Rhine. Sure as hell wasn't going to stop her serving her fatherland. Before you read, this will be a story that contains disturbing content such as racism and racial purity. You have been warned, and I do not promote any of these ideas.