The forty-fourth night cloaked Kael El's domain in a violet-gold shroud, embers glowing across a 3,606-square-kilometer empire—seventeen territories fused into a relentless sprawl of forest, plains, mesa, desert, swamp, jungle, tundra, crypt, and molten wastes. The major city stood defiant, its 95+ buildings a fortress of Mist Core-lit walls, forges silent as 1,688,000 subjects roared victory in the southern wastes. Kael towered over the battlefield, the Stormforged Blade soaked in blood, EX: Dragonflame Reaver a dying star, Stormhide Armor fractured but proud. His flirty smirk cut through the smoke, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Crimson Overlord, shadows writhing—Kryn knelt broken, Elynn fled, and the iron tide drowned in ash.