The forty-sixth dawn crept over Kael El's domain, a violet-gold shimmer casting long shadows across a 5,406-square-kilometer empire—eighteen territories fused into a sprawling beast of forest, plains, mesa, desert, swamp, jungle, tundra, crypt, molten wastes, and steel flats. The major city hummed, its 105 buildings a fortress of Mist Core-lit walls, forges sparking as 1,768,000 subjects honed weapons and whispered of war. Kael stood in the Lord's Estate, the Stormforged Blade resting against his throne, EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowing faintly, Stormhide Armor polished with Kryn's steel. His flirty smirk played on his lips, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Iron Sovereign, durability pulsing—rumors of Dorn, rank 6, stirred the Nexus, and Kael's blood sang for battle.