Chapter 98 - The Coalition’s Last Stand

The ninety-second dawn tore across Kael El's Ashen Empire with a molten golden fury, the sprawling dominion—now wider than ever—quaking with the promise of war's end. The capital's skyline blazed—bone steel keeps dwarfed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter frame a radiant juggernaut, core pulsing a volatile violet-gold that cast glitching shadows over the plaza. Kael stood atop the eastern outpost's ramparts, 1,200 kilometers from home, Stormforged Blade in hand, shard-pommel screaming like a storm's heart. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scorched and dented, Myra's beams and yesterday's burns searing his shoulder. His flirty smirk burned, a cool dominance veiling a raw edge—the "Error Rift," Myra's fall, and Rhea's fear fueled a fire in his blood. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins surging through the stone, molten and heavy, answering the shard's jagged wail.