For the Republic

The capital's skyline was a shimmering array of domes and spires, each one dwarfed by the colossal floating screens that hovered above. On this historic day, every screen pulsated with the same live broadcast, a ceremony that was of great importance to the Republic.

The ceremony, hastily organized under the shadow of imminent threats, nonetheless held a gravitas that none in attendance would ever forget. Banners of deep crimson and gold draped the walls, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of incense and anticipation.

Han Xin stood at the centre, his posture a testament to the weight of the moment. His eyes, sharp and resolute, scanned the faces of those who had gathered. Councillors, nobles and the marshals. The elite Crimson Sentinels stood guard scanning for any threats.