Far from the dueling grounds beyond Vrasnia's city walls, another kind of battle was taking place — one fought not with blades, but with words sharpened into laws.
While steel rang out far away in Vrasnia, daylight poured over the capital of Capriha, painting the marble steps of the Continental Council Hall in gold. The air was crisp, the distant hum of skytrains weaving between towers a reminder that the city had long since rebuilt itself… at least on the surface.
Inside, the grand chamber was alive with motion. Massive crystal windows refracted the midday sun, casting fractured rainbows over the crescent-shaped table where the leaders of the great nations sat.
President Alphon Varrick of Bruswa was already on his feet, his voice sharp enough to slice the air.
"Every day Kazimir roams free is another day the Capriha Incident could happen again — here, in Bruswa, or anywhere. We cannot gamble with the lives of millions."
High Chancellor Sorella Vayne of Capriha rested her hand on the table, the rings on her fingers catching the sunlight.
"My city remembers the blue lightning in our streets. We remember the shockwave that tore the central spire from its foundation. And we remember who caused it. We owe it to every citizen lost that day to make certain he never sets foot on our soil again."
Emperor Jahard IX of Jahard Dominion leaned forward, his shadow spilling over the polished table.
"He has no loyalty, no accountability. Kazimir bows to no crown and obeys no law but his own. That kind of man is more dangerous than an army."
Lady Yusef Mavaren of Ostrava spoke with the cold precision of a surgeon.
"Then we remove his ability to operate anywhere. Borders must mean something — and for Kazimir, they will mean no entry."
The hall's projectors flickered to life, showing the moment the skies over Capriha's central district had split open — a still frame of the chaos that had burned itself into history.
General Horace Dunlow of Marinthel broke the silence, his voice low but unyielding.
"Write it. Name it after him so there's no mistake."
The proposal's title glowed in the air above the council table:
The Kazimir Exclusion Accord
— Kazimir is hereby forbidden from entering the territories of Bruswa, Capriha, Jahard, Ostrava, Marinthel, and all allied nations.
— Any government granting him passage or sanctuary will face full sanctions and unified retaliation.
— Any appearance within sovereign borders is to be met with immediate expulsion, by force if necessary.
Seals ignited in quick succession — Bruswa. Capriha. Jahard. Ostrava. Marinthel. All unanimous.
Sorella Vayne stood, her silhouette framed by the sunlit glass behind her.
"This law is not just a barrier — it is a warning. Kazimir's shadow will never darken our lands again."
Far across the skies, beyond the reach of any sun, the clash between Lihanna and Gendai raged on — and Kazimir, somewhere within Vrasnia's palace walls, had no idea that the gates of Earth had just been locked to him forever.