The Weight of Victory

Shadows of the Coalition

The eighty-sixth dawn crept over Kael El's Ashen Empire with a muted golden haze, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion simmering with a strange stillness. The capital's 360 buildings gleamed—bone steel and golden turrets overshadowed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter silhouette a silent titan, core pulsing faintly violet-gold. Kael lounged in the Lord's Estate hall, Stormforged Blade across his lap, shard-pommel humming low. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scuffed from yesterday's rout—Myra's 100,000 reduced to ash 1,200 kilometers east. His flirty smirk flickered, a cool dominance undercut by a rare flicker of fatigue as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the floor.