22nd August 1659
It is the day of the battle, the day when the future of the Bharatiya Empire is about to be decided. Sharks on the coast of Madagascar suddenly became active; maybe they could sense the upcoming bloody feast. Crows in the sky began circling around the four islands neighbouring Madagascar as if they were waiting for something to happen. The Anti-Bharatiya fleet, totalling over 226 ships spread across four different islands, eagerly waited for the enemy to arrive.
"Deacon, please, you don't have to do this. You are making a big mistake," Maximilian V, standing on the dock of Mauritius, tried for the last time to convince Francis, the person who held control over the 19 Holy Roman Empire naval vessels.
"Hmph!" Sadly, though, Francis snorted in disdain. "Traitor! How dare you take the side of the enemy despite being a representative of the Holy Roman Empire? How dare you support the infidels?"