Cardassia Prime was not a battle. It was a correction. The Founders identified disobedience, and we executed their will. The Cardassians believed alliance granted them equality; the Dominion reminded them that obedience is the only shield that endures. Their cities burned because they hesitated. Their soldiers died because they questioned. We did what we were bred to do.

If the Federation calls it a victory, let them. They mistake survival for triumph. They mistake mercy for strength. We saw only targets, objectives, and the moment our supply of ketracel-white ended. That was the true end of the battle—not their resistance, but our biology.

Remember this: Cardassia fell twice. First to the Dominion. Then to its own doubt. No Jem’Hadar dies of doubt.