Chapter 100 - The Empress’s Cage

The ninety-fourth dawn draped Kael El's Ashen Empire in a heavy golden veil, the continental dominion—now a sprawling titan—humming with the weight of victory and dread. The capital's skyline gleamed—bone steel keeps dwarfed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter frame a radiant fortress, core pulsing a volatile violet-gold that cast glitching shadows across the plaza. Kael stood in the Lord's Estate hall, Stormforged Blade across his lap, shard-pommel humming like a caged storm. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scorched and dented, Lyra's chaos burns and Myra's beams aching in his grazed arm. His flirty smirk flickered, a cool dominance veiling a churning unease—the "Error Rift," the coalition's ash, and Rhea's raw fear stirred a chill deeper than his wounds. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone floor, molten but heavy, answering the shard's jagged scream.