Chapter 28: The First Supremacy
The twenty-eighth dawn roared over Kael El's domain, a searing violet-gold sky casting a godly sheen across the citadel and its eleven territories. Erynn's volcanic crater smoldered northeast, its lava moats now a fortified outpost under Mara's grip, while 220,000 subjects pulsed with fervor—warriors forging magma blades, mages weaving fire runes, and dragons dominating the skies under EX: Dragon Sovereign. Kael stood atop the citadel's molten spire, the Stormforged Blade in one hand, EX: Dragonflame Reaver blazing, Stormhide Armor crackling with power. His flirty smirk gleamed, a cool dominance radiating as he unleashed EX: Volcanic Tsunami, a molten wave surging across the training grounds, vaporizing a dummy in a fiery blast.
Day 28. Power's stacking—I'm leagues past these scrubs. His dark eyes burned with unwavering confidence, a quiet pride simmering beneath his chill exterior. Two hundred twenty thousand souls, eleven territories, and a Mighty Lord's might—his peers scrambled at Level 30 with a few hundred stats; Kael towered at Level 35 with 3,000, skills bending reality. They're ants—I'm the storm.
A sharp ding cut through the morning blaze, the system panel flaring up.
"Day 28: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 4. Population: 220,026 Subjects. Food Stock: 2 Days Remaining. Resource Yield: +25% (Lv. 4 Bonus). Summon Limit: 15/Day."
Kael's smirk widened, a playful edge slicing through the heat. "Two days? I'll feast on their bones." His calm under pressure was unshakable—Lv. 4 was his playground, and he'd crush it. The Lord Map glowed—west, a Level 34 lord named Korran held a desert stronghold, eighteen miles out. Sand's just ash waiting to happen.
Mira approached, map in hand, staff steady. "Lord Kael, Korran's desert has four-fifty troops—Level 34, SS-tier talent, dune beasts."
Kael clapped her shoulder, winking. "Mira, you're my brain. SS-tier? I'll bury it." He turned to the Summoning Altar, its Mana Crystal blazing with Lv. 4 intensity. Thirteen summons left. Let's add speed.
He pressed a hand to the crystal, voice smooth and teasing. "Alright, gorgeous, give me a windrunner."
The altar flared, and a twenty-seventh figure emerged—a lean man with a curved blade, wind swirling around him. He knelt, voice sharp. "Lord Kael, I am Zane. Perk: Gale Rush – +50% speed, wind slashes."
Kael's grin turned protective yet playful. "Zane, huh? A gust's gold. Cut with Zyra—slice 'em up." Zane rose with a nod, blade whistling, and the system blared.
"SSS Talent Triggered: 100% Drop Rate. Additional Summon: 1 Subject. EX Talent: 10,000x Multiplier Applied. Quantity Enhanced: 10,000 Subjects."