The eighty-third dawn rose over Kael El's Ashen Empire with a steady golden shimmer, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion humming with quiet triumph. The capital city stood at 300 buildings, bone steel and golden turrets piercing the sky as 2,688,000 subjects drove the empire's rhythm—forges blazing, fields yielding, streets alive with purpose. Kael stood in the Lord's Estate forge, Stormforged Blade across a workbench, its shard-pommel pulsing with a faint, insistent hum. EX: Dragonflame Reaver rested at his hip, and Stormhide Armor clad him, its scars catching the furnace light. His flirty smirk played across his lips, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone floor beneath his boots.