The command pavilion stood at the very heart of the temporary military encampment, its broad white canopy casting a welcome patch of shade against the warm afternoon sun. Crimson banners embroidered with the emblem of the Black Iron Mercenary Group fluttered gently from the supporting pillars while a dozen armored guards remained motionless around the entrance, their expressions as disciplined as carved stone.
Inside, the atmosphere was strikingly different.
A large circular banquet table occupied the center of the pavilion, surrounded by the highest-ranking officers of the Black Iron Mercenary Group. Seven Golden Vein Realm generals sat alongside Commander Liu Tong, while Elder Hang and the remaining members of the Cloud Peak Sect occupied the seats reserved for honored guests.
Freshly prepared dishes covered the polished table.
Bowls of colorful fried rice released gentle wisps of steam.
Warm flatbread rested beneath folded white cloth.
