The seventy-sixth dawn cast a muted gold over Kael El's Ashen Empire, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion steady under a sky streaked with thin clouds. The capital city stood at 245 buildings, bone steel and golden turrets rising like silent sentinels as 2,688,000 subjects moved through their routines—forges sparking, fields rustling, streets humming with quiet purpose. Kael paced the Lord's Estate's lower chamber, a stone-walled cell lit by flickering gold torches. Stormforged Blade rested against the wall, its shard-pommel pulsing faintly, while EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip. Stormhide Armor clad him, its scars a map of yesterday's victory. His flirty smirk flickered, tempered by a cool dominance as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the floor beneath his boots.