The fifty-second dawn bled gold over Kael El's Ashen Empire, a fiery shimmer clashing with the haze of 8,906 square kilometers—nineteen territories of forest, plains, mesa, desert, swamp, jungle, tundra, crypt, molten wastes, steel flats, ash plains, and bone fields roaring with war's breath. The major city stood at 130 buildings, bone steel and Mist Core walls bristling as 1,938,000 subjects fueled the storm—1.6 million warriors surged 700 kilometers east, siege towers rolling, bone golems stomping. Kael rode at the fore, Stormforged Blade raised, EX: Dragonflame Reaver a molten flare, Stormhide Armor scarred with victory. His flirty smirk cut through the dust, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Ash Dominion, ash swirling—Zara's golden citadel loomed, 25-meter walls glinting, 750,000 strong, and Kael burned to shatter her.