The fifty-first dawn slashed crimson across Kael El's Ashen Empire, a jagged blade of light cutting through the haze of 8,906 square kilometers—nineteen territories bristling with bone turrets, ash plains humming with war's pulse. The major city stood at 130 buildings, bone steel and Mist Core walls gleaming as 1,938,000 subjects fueled the march—1.6 million warriors surged 300 kilometers east, bone fields trembling under their boots. Kael rode at the vanguard, Stormforged Blade in one fist, EX: Dragonflame Reaver blazing in the other, Stormhide Armor etched with marrow scars. His flirty smirk danced, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Bone Dominion, turrets snapping alive—Zara's 50,000-strong vanguard loomed 300 kilometers from his city, probing his edge, and Kael burned to grind them to dust.