Within Zichen Hall, beneath the Dark Bird throne, the rewards for the Empire's highest leadership had been conferred, but the day's court assembly was not yet over. The fervor and ambition stirred by those supreme rewards subsided slightly, giving way to a deeper anticipation, one more closely tied to the Empire's foundations.
Chen Yu's gaze slowly swept over the mid-ranking commanders standing in the rear rows. They, too, had rendered outstanding service in the bloody battle of N-7, but had yet to receive rewards because of their slightly lower ranks. Their faces showed excitement, longing, and a composure they struggled to maintain. These stalwarts formed the sturdy skeleton of the Empire's vast war machine. Beneath towering pillars such as Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, they were the bedrock supporting the Empire's territories.
Xun Yu stepped forward once more, now holding another booklet, slightly thinner but equally exquisite. He cleared his throat. His voice remained clear and steady, but carried a particular regard for these future pillars of the Empire:
"Your Majesty, esteemed colleagues. The foremost merits have been recognized, yet a great edifice cannot stand upon a single timber. The Empire's rise depends upon an abundance of talent and the passing of the flame. Victory at N-7 came not only from the valor of our senior generals, but also from the many stalwart commanders who fought through blood and refused to retreat. Today, by His Majesty's command, we shall recognize these mid-ranking officers' contributions and reward them generously to strengthen the foundations of the state."
The atmosphere in the hall grew solemn once again, and every gaze turned toward those mid-ranking commanders.
"Gao Shun, commander of the Dare-to-Die Battalion!"
Gao Shun stepped forward. His expression was stern, his figure straight as a spear. Even at court, he carried the steely,