Ren filed the brilliant architectural blueprint away in his mind for later review and slow construction. Right now, he needed to finish anchoring this specific foundation while keeping his eyes open for any urgent distress signals.
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When Ren finally finished his new Gold rank work, trudged back up the stone stairs and stepped onto the Southwest parapet, he was immediately met with exactly the sad shift in dynamic he had been dreading.
The soldiers did not casually wander over to greet him back all happy.
There were no massive, spontaneous grins. There was no loud, crude cheering... The warm, gritty, blue-collar like camaraderie he had painstakingly cultivated for months had vanished into thin air.
Every single man on the Wall suddenly stood at rigid attention.
