271 False Angels

One Month Later

The Grand Hall’s main floor was filled to the brim with Peacekeepers. Over two thousand of them were lined up in orderly rows and watched as the promotion ceremony unfolded in front of them.

Each of the Peacekeepers wore their spotless white dress uniforms, which also displayed their achievements through numerous colorful ribbons and stripes. Most only had a few, and those who had truly distinguished themselves and risen above the crowd were instead up on the stage in front of them.

At the very center of the stage stood a lectern, behind which the Peacekeeper’s First Chief gave a rousing speech to everyone. Standing right behind him were his most trusted officers, and right behind them were dozens of their proteges.

It was that younger generation that was currently being promoted - some to lieutenants, some to commanders, and a few to captains. Among them stood Seraph, who was grinning with absolute pride.