~✩°𝐙𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐢°✩~

Beneath the soaring jade and gold vaults of the Great Imperial Hall, the atmosphere thickens with the intoxicating aroma of lacquered venison and the sweet vapors of rice wine, celebrating a total victory where the steel of the Nameless Order finally subdued the ambitions of the rebel kingdoms. At the heart of the feast, the Emperor and Empress look on with regal glee from their sandalwood thrones, while a sea of ​​silk and steel celebrates the empire's survival amidst thunderous laughter and the rhythmic strumming of zithers. The valiant warriors of the Bear Corps , giants of the vanguard, lead the toasts with bronze jugs clashing like shields, devouring delicacies with the same ferocity with which they wielded their axes on the front lines. Meanwhile, the warriors of the Crane Corps maintain a lethal elegance, toasting with silver goblets as their turquoise robes billow with the same grace they displayed when leaping from the walls. In the corners, the archers of the Eagle Corps and the riders of the Deer Corps relax their usual vigilance, losing themselves in the flow of alcohol and gambling, while the engineers of the Tiger Corps toast the gunpowder that fractured the enemy lines, surrounded by dancers twirling in a whirlwind of golden veils. It is a tableau of absolute opulence where the glitter of imperial jewels and the disarray of victorious soldiers merge into a single identity: that of an empire which, having bathed its borders in human blood, now indulges in the excesses of triumph before the sun once again illuminates the scars of war.