The eighty-second dawn broke over Kael El's Ashen Empire with a fierce golden blaze, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion trembling with anticipation. The capital city stood at 285 buildings, bone steel and golden turrets thrusting skyward as 2,688,000 subjects fueled the empire's pulse—forges roaring, fields bending, streets alive with purpose. Kael stood atop the eastern outpost's ramparts, 1,200 kilometers from his capital, Stormforged Blade in hand, its shard-pommel pulsing with a restless hum. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, and Stormhide Armor clad him, its scars glinting amid the rising sun. His flirty smirk danced across his lips, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone beneath his boots.