Chapter 105 - The Warlord’s Fall

The ninety-ninth dawn erupted over Kael El's Ashen Empire with a searing golden blaze, the continental dominion—a sprawling colossus—roaring under an unseen pulse. The capital's skyline towered—bone steel keeps dwarfed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter frame a radiant titan, core pulsing a volatile violet-gold that cast glitching shadows across the plaza. Kael stood atop the eastern outpost's ramparts, 1,200 kilometers from the capital, Stormforged Blade in hand, shard-pommel screaming like a war horn. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scorched and dented, the enforcer's beams and Lyra's chaos burning in his grazed shoulder. His flirty smirk blazed, a cool dominance masking a raw dread—the Empress's cage, the "Error Rift," and Rhea's trembling plea clawed at his blood. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins surging through the stone, molten and heavy, answering the shard's jagged wail.