Reaction of the Great Powers

In the grand halls of the Winter Palace, Tsar Ivan Alexandrovich stood before a map of Europe, his eyes scanning the lines and symbols marking naval fleets and military positions. His military advisor, General Vasily Rostov, approached, a fresh dispatch in hand.

"Your Imperial Majesty," Rostov said, bowing slightly as he handed the document over. "The Triesenberg Empire has mobilized its naval fleet. Their destination remains unknown."

Ivan's brow furrowed as he took the report, quickly skimming the details. "Unknown?" he echoed, his voice sharp with suspicion. "A fleet of that size doesn't move without reason, and certainly not without a target."

Rostov nodded in agreement. "Their ships have set sail from the Black Continent and are heading into the open sea, but our intelligence has yet to determine where they're going."