March 22nd, 1939.
The morning sun barely penetrated the thick mist that clung to the waters off the northern coast of Valoria. The faint orange glow cast an eerie light over the scene, as both sides prepared for what was to be the decisive clash. The waters, still and foreboding, seemed to hold their breath, awaiting the inevitable storm of steel, fire, and blood that was about to unfold.
Onboard the VNS Valor, the flagship of the Valorian Navy, Admiral Heinrich Falk stood on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the horizon. He could feel the tension in the air, a collective sense of dread and anticipation that rippled through the crew. The Valorians had been bracing for this moment. Intelligence reports from Captain Kovac's intercepted transmissions had confirmed that the Ruthenians were coming. Now, they were here, just beyond the fog.