The forty-sixth noon scorched Kael El's western plains, a violet-gold haze shimmering over a battlefield 350 km from his major city—a 5,406-square-kilometer empire of forest, plains, mesa, desert, swamp, jungle, tundra, crypt, molten wastes, and steel flats trembling under war's weight. The city's 110 buildings stood fortified, Mist Core walls glowing as 1,768,000 subjects fueled the war machine—forges spat steel, chants rose. Kael stood at the vanguard, the Stormforged Blade dripping ash, EX: Dragonflame Reaver blazing, Stormhide Armor scarred but unbowed. His flirty smirk gleamed through the haze, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Magma Sovereign, heat rippling—Dorn's ash tide surged, and Kael met it with fire.
Day 46, midday. Dorn's pushing—let's melt his grit. His dark eyes burned with unwavering confidence, pride a furnace beneath his chill exterior. One-point-seven million souls, 5,406 sq. km, and a Champion Lord's might—50,000 of Dorn's 300,000 lay dead, but the ash kept coming. Kael's 1.4 million roared, blades clashing, blood soaking the plains.
The battlefield sprawled five kilometers, ash cloaks and golems a gray storm against Kael's steel tide. Dorn's 250,000 pressed, SSS: Ash Lord thickening the air—golems towered, fists cratering earth. Kael's forces held—Drayce's glaives carved, Tora's fists smashed, Veyna's wolves tore—dragons circled, fire raining.
Dorn's counter hit hard—ash golems doubled, ten rising from dust, each twenty meters tall, fists like battering rams. One swung—Drayce's line buckled, a hundred crushed, blood spraying—glaives slashed, cracking stone—War Surge flared, his 400,000 rallying. Drayce roared, leaping—his glaive pierced a golem's chest, ash bursting—another swung, fist grazing—steel bent, he rolled, spitting blood. "Hold!" he bellowed—10,000 cloaks fell, ash piling, but golems stomped forward.
Tora met a golem head-on—its fist crashed, earth splitting—she ducked, fists hammering—stone cracked, dust exploding. Another loomed—her punch shattered its knee, toppling it—ash cloaks swarmed, blades slashing—her fists blurred, five skulls caved—5,000 scattered. A golem's kick sent her skidding—armor dented, she grinned, charging—fists pounded, stone fracturing.
Veyna's wolves darted—an ash golem stomped, flattening ten—she notched, arrow piercing its eye—cracks spread, dust spilling. Dragons dove, ice freezing a golem's arm—fire torched cloaks, 15,000 burning. Her bow sang, arrows felling ranks—a golem swung, she dodged—earth erupted, wolves yelping—her flank pushed, ash thinning.
Kael's girls surged—Elys's lightning fried 7,000, bolts igniting ash—Lyra's violet blasts vaporized 8,000, gaps widening. Rhea and Fyra torched lines, Jace's traps snared golems—stone feet stuck, Seryn reaped cloaks, Borv and Dorn held flanks—Zyra and Zane sliced, Ryn and Syla pierced—75,000 dead now, ash choking the sky.
Dorn's voice cut through, Level 55, 60,000 stats pulsing—SSS: Ash Lord flared, ash swirling into a storm. "Kael, burn out!" A golem charged—Kael blurred with EX: Stormwing Prime, dodging—earth split, dust rising. He countered with EX: Volcanic Tsunami, lava surging—10,000 damage melted its legs, ash pouring—three golems lumbered, fists crashing—Kael rolled, earth shaking—EX: Thunder Barrage roared, forty lances blasting—40,000 damage shredded cloaks, golems cracking.
Ash thickened—visibility dropped, cloaks vanished—golems swung blind—Drayce's line faltered, 5,000 crushed. Tora punched through haze, golem fist grazing—blood trickled, she laughed—Veyna's arrows missed, ash deflecting—dragons roared, fire lost in gray. Dorn's laugh echoed—200,000 held, golems unyielding.
Kael grinned, raising his reaver—EX: Tempest Maelstrom erupted, sandstorm clashing ash—15,000 damage cleared a pocket, cloaks reeling. He charged a golem—EX: Steel Tempest spun, 60,000 damage slashing—stone split, dust bursting—it fell, crushing 2,000. "Dorn, ash won't save you!"—another golem swung—Kael parried with the Stormforged Blade, steel screeching—arm cracked, he thrust—ash poured.
Drayce rallied—glaives tore through haze, 10,000 down—golem fist smashed, fifty dead—he slashed, stone crumbling. Tora's fists pounded—two golems fell, 5,000 cloaks scattered—her roar shook the storm. Veyna's wolves flanked—arrows pierced, 7,000 dropped—dragons torched, ash parting—100,000 dead total, Dorn's tide thinning.
Kael danced through chaos—EX: Vitality Reaper pulsed, stealing 10,000 health from cloaks—golem fist grazed, armor denting—EX: Nosferatu Prime healed, crimson flaring. Dorn's ash storm raged—Kael's smirk held—war was his, and he'd carve through.
Lena's voice crackled via Nexus: "Lord, walls at 110—resources hit 145,000. Dorn's pressing—reinforcements ready."
Kael wiped ash from his smirk, voice a teasing growl. "Lena, you're my steel—hold it, send 50,000. Dorn's choking—let's finish it."
POV Shift: Lord Dorn
In the ash storm, Dorn's eyes gleamed—Level 55, 60,000 stats steady. His SSS: Ash Lord summoned five more golems—200,000 stood. "Kael's 52—stubborn. Zara's 67—I'll bury him." Tight race—I'm the end.
Tracker (Summarized)
Level/Rank: 52, Champion Lord (Mid Tier)
XP: 1,193,544,234/2,753,744,748
Stats: 141,034 (Str: 47,012, Spd: 47,012, Aura: 47,010)
Territory: Lv. 4, 5,406 sq. km, 145,000/250,000 resources
Population: 1,768,000
Powers: 10 EX Skills (Seismic Rupture, Steel Tempest, etc.)
Bloodlines: 7 + Devourer Blood (+17,534 stats)
Talents: SSS: 100% Drop Rate, EX: 10,000x Multiplier, 16 EX Talents—secret
Harem: 28 girls
Recent Gains: +5 Buildings, +5,000 Resources