The eighty-first dawn draped Kael El's Ashen Empire in a steady golden glow, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion pulsing with quiet power. The capital city stood at 278 buildings, bone steel and golden turrets rising as 2,688,000 subjects shook off the festival's haze—forges reigniting, fields humming, streets settling into rhythm. Kael sat at the head of the Lord's Estate war table, Stormforged Blade across his knees, its shard-pommel humming with a restless edge. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed faintly at his hip, and Stormhide Armor clad him, its scars catching the torchlight. His flirty smirk flickered, tempered by a cool dominance as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone floor beneath his boots.