Chapter 101 - The Empress’s Call

The ninety-fifth dawn broke over Kael El's Ashen Empire with a fractured golden glow, the continental dominion—now a sprawling colossus—trembling under an unseen weight. The capital's skyline shimmered—bone steel keeps dwarfed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter frame a radiant bastion, core pulsing a volatile violet-gold that cast glitching shadows across the plaza. Kael stood atop the Lord's Estate balcony, Stormforged Blade in hand, shard-pommel screaming like a chained beast. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scorched and dented, the anomaly's burns and Lyra's chaos aching in his grazed shoulder. His flirty smirk flickered, a cool dominance veiling a churning dread—the "Error Rift," the coalition's ashes, and Rhea's desperate plea clawed at his blood. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins surging through the stone, molten but heavy, answering the shard's jagged wail.