Cosmic Lord: The Error Awakens
Chapter 114: The Blood’s Rebellion

Chapter 114: The Blood’s Rebellion

The hundred-and-eighth dawn cloaked Kael El’s Ashen Empire in a fractured golden haze, the continental dominion—a sprawling colossus—trembling under an unseen pulse. The capital’s skyline soared—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 in the war room, Stormforged Blade across the table, shard-pommel screaming like a chained storm. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scorched and dented, the harbinger’s beams and Lyra’s chaos burning in his grazed shoulder. His flirty smirk flickered, a cool dominance masking a raw dread—the sealed rift, the "Error," and Rhea’s trembling plea clawed at his blood. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins surging through the stone floor, molten and heavy, answering the shard’s jagged wail.

Day 108. My blood rebels—my will binds. His dark eyes gleamed, pride a blazing inferno despite the ache—dozens lost, the harbinger’s fall, the Colossus’s glacial pulse gnawed deeper. My empire’s iron—millions strong, lands vast—but blood breaks iron. The Nexus whispered through the room: "Kael’s reign consumes!" He grinned, jaw tight, shoulder stinging. Consume? I forge.

Day 108: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 6 – Continental Lord. Territory Size: Vast. Population: Millions. Food Stock: Thin. Resource Yield: High (Lord’s Blessing). Resources: Vast. Summon Limit: Ample. Territory Lv. 7 Conditions: Reach Greater Power, Global Empire (More Strongholds), Defeat Greater Foe, Immense Wealth, Grand Treasury, Army of Greater Elite, Build Greater Wonder.

Lord Nexus Leaderboard: Kael El reigns, Myra gone, Lyra broken, Gavrin fallen, Sylth dust, others fade.

Kael tapped the shard, its scream piercing as he eyed Lena’s map—golden light tracing the east, silent since the harbinger’s defeat. First place, unchallenged—enemies dust, but his blood roared, volatile, a storm tearing at his veins. Blood rebels. His shoulder throbbed, the Devourer Blood surging, unstable, like a rift within him. The shard jolted—vision: the sealed rift, violet-gold, glitching faintly, a whisper: Devourer, your blood breaks. His blood surged, the room trembling—breaks? Veyna burst in, bow taut, wolves snarling. "Lord! Rift’s stirring—east, 1,200 kilometers, Nexus wraiths, violet-gold. Your blood’s calling ’em—Colossus shakes."

Kael’s grin sharpened, blade in hand. "My blood? I’ll bind it." He turned to Drayce, glaive against the wall, eyes fierce but worn. "Elite—5,000, gold-clad. Clear wraiths, guard me—I’m facing the rift."

Drayce nodded, grip tightening. "Guard’s good—dozens gone last fight, we’re gold but raw. Wraiths sound like you—don’t let ’em near." His voice held a brother’s fire, trust iron—harbinger losses lingered.

Veyna’s eyes burned, wolves pacing. "Wolves smell ’em—Nexus wraiths, no form, pure energy. Your blood drives ’em—east’s silent otherwise." Her hunter’s edge flared, but her glance flicked to Kael’s shoulder—Rhea’s fear mirrored.

Lena unrolled her map, quill steady despite the tension. "Lord, keeps pile higher, gold flows thicker, resources stack endless. Food’s tight—days left. Your blood spreads—subjects fear it." Her calm wavered, eyes on Kael’s scorched armor—raw, red—then the east. "Wraiths—your blood?"

Kael winked, masking a wince. "My blood? I’m the storm—clear ’em, bind the rift." He strode out, shard screaming, the Colossus’s pulse rippling—colder, glitch flickering. My blood—like Rhea’s eyes. "East, 1,200 kilometers—light force."

The eastern plain crackled, air heavy as wraiths emerged—hundreds, violet-gold, Nexus energy swirling, formless but sharp, claws of light pulsing. Beyond them, the sealed rift hummed—violet-gold, glitching, a whisper: Devourer, your blood. Kael laughed, blade raised. "My echoes? Let’s silence ’em."

He charged, EX: Stormwing Prime blurring him toward the rift, thousands following—gold-clad elite gleaming, Colossus’s morale a blazing tide. Drayce’s vanguard struck—glaives slashing wraiths, energy scattering, claws dissolving. Veyna’s wolves flanked, frost fangs snapping at pulses, her arrows piercing cores—wraiths fading, light dimming. Thora’s turrets fired—golden bolts shredding dozens, earth trembling.

Bone golems rose, EX: Bone Dominion summoning a handful, crushing wraiths, claws splintering energy. A wraith slashed, beam lashing—dozens caught, armor sizzling, screams fading. Kael dodged, shoulder burning—damn blood. EX: Volcanic Tsunami roared, fire melting dozens, energy sizzling. A wraith struck, claw grazing Kael’s arm—pain flared, blood surging, unstable. He thrust the Stormforged Blade, shard screaming, EX: Gold Dominion flaring—gold veins bound the core, EX: Vitality Reaper draining energy—wraiths collapsed, ash swirling.

Dragons dove, fire and ice raining, wraiths vaporized. Elys’s lightning cracked, frying cores—her shout fierce: "Kael, it’s your Nexus—your blood’s wild!" Rhea torched wraiths, flames blazing, but her eyes flicked to Kael—yesterday’s burns haunting. Lyra—his Lyra—blasted violet chaos, her wink strained: "Bind it, lover—your blood’s breaking!" The wraiths died, the rift humming—Kael reached it, shard screaming.

He gripped the shard, EX: Devourer Blood flaring—gold veins surged into the rift, his blood roaring, Nexus energy clashing. The shard jolted—vision: the rift, glitching void, his blood pulsing, a whisper: Devourer, your blood rebels or binds. His blood surged, pain spiking—veins burned, power swelling, threatening to shatter him. Rebel or bind? He pushed harder, EX: Gold Dominion binding the rift, veins threading its core—energy wavered, then steadied, his blood calming. The rift dimmed, stable, whisper fading: Bound, for now. Kael staggered, blood humming—stronger, but no leap. His veins cooled, but the rebellion lingered—wild.

Kael sheathed the blade, chest heaving, rushing to Rhea—she stood, burns faint, eyes fierce but scared. "You’re reckless," she said, voice raw—fear, not anger. He pulled her close, jaw tight. "Losses?"

Drayce approached, glaive bloodied. "Light—dozens gone, wraiths hit soft. Rift’s quiet—east’s clear." His voice held relief, eyes on Rhea—crew’s bond tighter.

Veyna tossed Kael a violet-gold shard—wraith core, Nexus-charged. "Your spark—strong as the harbinger’s. Wolves say east’s silent—your blood hums." Her smirk softened, eyes on Rhea—losses weighed.

Back at the capital by dusk, the Colossus pulsed—jagged, colder, glitch rippling. Lena met him, map glowing, voice steady. "Lord, keeps soar—strongholds stack, gold flows, resources pile endless. Losses light—subjects cheer, rift’s stable." Her eyes flicked to Kael’s arm—raw, bleeding—then Rhea, burns faint.

Kael nodded, wincing—power surging, a titan’s might. He strode to the Colossus, shard screaming, Rhea trailing—flames dim, hand on his. "Your blood," she said, eyes searching. "Rift, ’The Error’—it’s consuming you."

Kael’s smirk faltered, pulling her close. "Consuming? I’m gold, Rhea—the rift bends for me." But the chill deepened—my blood, the Error. He turned to the crew, voice a rough drawl. "Rift’s stable, my blood rebels—game shifts. Thoughts?"

Elys sparked, grim but fierce. "You’re a titan, Kael—your blood’s poison. What’s it breaking?" Her lightning dimmed—losses stung.

Lyra—his Lyra—grinned, violet flickering. "Breaking? You’re the blade, lover—your blood’s wild. Bind it." Her tease hid fear—no echo lingered.

Veyna notched an arrow, sharp. "Bind? East’s silent—wolves smell nothing. Your blood’s real—watch the rift." Her gaze lingered on Rhea—hunter’s edge softened.

Thora stomped up, hammer slung, gold dust thick. "Rift? Core’s glitching worse—your blood’s screaming. It’s stable—but it’s colder." Her pride cracked, eyes on the core—pulse glacial.

Kael’s grin hardened, gold veins pulsing—EX: Gold Dominion heavier, like a throne’s crown. Error Rift—my blood. The shard screamed—vision: the rift, silent, his blood pulsing, no echo. Blood rebels. He blinked back, pulse icy—rebel or bind? "Lena, map the rift—Thora, crack the cores—Veyna, scout—Drayce, sharpen ’em."

The council lingered, the harem gathering—Elys sparking, Rhea’s warmth fading, Lyra’s violet subdued. Kael waved them closer, voice teasing but strained. "Ladies, my blood rebels, rift’s stable—game shifts. Truth?"

Rhea’s flames flickered, voice soft. "Truth? Your blood’s the rift—’The Error.’ Choose us, Kael." Her hand trembled—fear raw, burns aching.

Elys nodded, lightning dim. "She’s right—you’re a storm, but storms break. Your blood—let it lie." Her voice shook—losses echoed.

Lyra tossed a violet spark, smirk faint. "Lie? He’s the prize, ladies—his blood’s power. Bind it, lover." Her tease wavered—no echo hit.

Kael laughed, rough and warm, blade spinning. "Bind? I dance—the rift’s mine." But Rhea’s tremble burned—Error Rift, in me? He turned to the wraith core, locked with the others—Your blood rebels. "Thora, dig deeper—Lena, trace the rift—Veyna, eyes out—Drayce, rest ’em."

The day waned, forges thundering as keeps rose—strongholds climbing, gold flowing, resources endless. Kael paced the plaza, shard humming, his blood heavy—Devourer, your blood. Drayce rallied the elite, voice gruff but strong. "Gold’s iron—ready, Lord." His trust blazed—victory held.

Lena scribbled, map glowing, voice steady. "Capital’s mightier—keeps stack, gold’s heavy, lands vast. Rift’s stable—subjects cheer, Colossus steadies ’em." Her calm held, eyes on Kael—crew’s worry mirrored Rhea’s.

Rhea stood closer, flames soft, voice low. "You’re not the rift—blood, ’The Error.’ Choose us, Kael." Her hand tightened, fear raw—burns, grazes, losses.

Kael’s laugh was rough, pulling her close. "Choose? I’m the storm, Rhea—the rift bends for you." But her fear burned—Error Rift, in me? He gripped the shard, its song jagged, pulse colder—glitchy, whispering: Blood rebels... A memory stirred—Vex’s cry: Rift’s end! He smirked into the dusk, gold molten. "End or rift—I’m the blade."

By night, the empire stood mightier—keeps soaring, gold heavy, lands vast, resources endless. Kael leaned on the ramparts, shard glowing, his blood heavy—dozens gone, Rhea’s fear heavier. The Colossus pulsed—jagged, shadow flickering, subjects chanting below. The east was silent—the game shifted. He spun the blade, gold veins flaring. "Rift or crown—I’m the storm breaking free."