Cosmic Lord: The Error Awakens
Chapter 81: Violet Storm, Golden Blade

Chapter 81: Violet Storm, Golden Blade

The seventy-fifth dawn broke with a sharp, cold wind over Kael El’s Ashen Empire, the 10,906 square kilometers of his Territory Level 5 dominion bristling with tension. The capital city stood at 240 buildings, bone steel and golden turrets gleaming defiantly as 2,688,000 subjects worked through the morning chill—forges roaring, fields bending under harvest hands, streets alive with purpose. Kael stood on the eastern ramparts, 1,200 kilometers from his capital, Stormforged Blade in hand, its new shard-pommel pulsing faintly. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, and Stormhide Armor hugged his frame, gold scars catching the light. His flirty smirk danced across his lips, a cool dominance radiating as he flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone beneath his boots.

Day 75. Myra’s probing, now Lyra’s prowling—time to clip some wings. His dark eyes gleamed with unwavering confidence, pride a molten core beneath his chill exterior. Two-point-seven million souls, 10,906 square kilometers, Territory Level 5’s my shield—let’s see who’s dumb enough to test it. The Nexus crackled faintly: "Kael’s 70, gold stands!" He tilted his head, smirking at the sky. Stand? I strike.

"Day 75: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 5 – Commanding Lord. Territory Size: 10,906 sq. km. Population: 2,688,000 Subjects. Food Stock: 25 Days. Resource Yield: +100% (Lv. 5 Bonus) + 100% (SSS: Resource Lord). Resources: 1,010,000/1,000,000 for Lv. 5 Completion – Excess Banked: 20,000. Summon Limit: 20/Day. Territory Lv. 6 Conditions: Reach Level 105, Continental Empire (500+ buildings) [240/500], Defeat 100,000-stat Entity [Not Met], 5,000,000 Resources [1,010,000/5M], 250,000 Gold/Month [150,000/250,000], Army of 10,000 Elite [2,000/10,000], Build World Wonder [Not Met]."

"Lord Nexus Leaderboard: 1. Kael El (70), 2. Myra (64), 3. Lyra (63), 4. Gavrin (61), 5. Sylth (60), 6. Elynn (59), 7. Jorr (57), 8. Kalia (56), 9. Zane (55), 10. Taryn (54)."

Kael leaned on the rampart, Stormforged Blade resting against the stone, its shard-pommel humming softly. "Level 70, first place," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "Myra’s 64, Lyra’s 63—third’s got teeth, though." He’d sent Veyna’s wolves to scout 1,400 kilometers east after Myra’s little probe yesterday, but the report that came back at dawn wasn’t about crystals—it was violet fire.

Veyna had burst into the Lord’s Estate just as the sun peeked over the horizon, her bow taut, wolves snarling. "Lord! Lyra’s hit us—1,300 kilometers east, 100 scouts down, violet blasts torched ’em. She’s got 100,000 moving fast, Level 25 grunts and Level 45 elites. Coming this way."

Kael’s grin had sharpened then, and it hadn’t faded now as he surveyed the eastern plain from the rampart. "Lyra, huh? Third at 63, bold enough to bite. Let’s rip her fangs out." He’d called Drayce, Thora, and the harem, rallied 500,000 troops—400 gold-clad elite, 20 summons, and a million-strong backbone—and marched east by mid-morning. Now, 1,200 kilometers from home, he stood ready, golden turrets mobile behind him, dragons circling overhead.

Drayce rode up, glaive gleaming, his 200,000 vanguard fanned out across the plain. "Lord, Lyra’s 10 kilometers out—scouts say 80,000 Level 25, 2,500 Stats, 20,000 Level 45, 8,000 Stats. Violet energy’s thick—her SSS: Chaos Lord’s cooking something nasty."

Kael spun the Stormforged Blade, shard singing faintly. "Nasty’s my specialty, Drayce. Veyna, wolves on the flanks—flush ’em out. Thora, turrets up. We hit hard, break ’em fast." He winked at the sky, EX: Dragon Sovereign roaring as dragons dove into position.

Veyna nodded, whistling her wolves—fifty frost-fanged beasts splitting left and right. "Flanks’ll bleed, Lord. She won’t see ’em coming." Thora slammed her hammer into the ground, golden turrets humming as 100,000 troops manned them.

The horizon flickered violet, then erupted—100,000 figures charging, Lyra’s army a tide of steel and chaos. Level 25 grunts in patchwork armor waved crude blades, 2,500 Stats pulsing, while 20,000 Level 45 elites in violet cloaks wielded glowing staves, 8,000 Stats crackling. A wave of purple energy surged ahead, SSS: Chaos Lord’s mark, tearing earth into jagged spikes.

Kael laughed, raising his blade. "Pretty lights—let’s turn ’em off." He charged, EX: Stormwing Prime blurring him into the fray, 500,000 roaring behind. Drayce’s vanguard smashed in, glaives slicing through 10,000 grunts, steel splintering, violet spikes shattering under gold-clad boots. War Surge bellowed, a shockwave dropping 5,000 more, dust swirling.

Veyna’s wolves hit the flanks, frost fangs ripping 8,000 grunts apart, her arrows piercing elites—2,000 down, violet staves clattering. Thora’s turrets fired, golden bolts shredding 12,000, earth trembling as 100,000 troops reinforced the line. Bone golems stomped forward, summoned by Kael’s EX: Bone Dominion, crushing 10,000, claws raking through steel like paper.

Kael reached an elite captain, 8,000 Stats flaring, violet staff blazing. The captain swung, energy lashing out, Kael dodged, earth splitting where he’d stood. EX: Volcanic Tsunami surged, 10,000 damage melting 5,000 grunts nearby, steel sizzling into slag. The captain thrust again, Kael parried with the Stormforged Blade, shard singing as metal screamed, then triggered EX: Vitality Reaper—10,000 health stolen, 20,000 damage shredding the foe into violet ash. He grinned, gold dust mixing with chaos sparks. "Too slow, Lyra’s pet."

Dragons dove, fire and ice raining, 15,000 vaporized, ash pooling. Elys’s lightning cracked from the rear, 10,000 fried, jagged bolts dancing. Lyra—his Lyra, not the enemy—unleashed violet blasts of her own, mocking the foe’s chaos, tearing 8,000 apart. Rhea and Fyra torched 12,000, flames roaring, the harem a symphony of destruction. Fifty thousand down in an hour, Lyra’s army buckling.

The enemy elites rallied, 20,000 forming a phalanx, violet energy pulsing in a shield. Kael smirked, EX: Seismic Rupture splitting the ground, 5,000 damage cracking their line, bone golems smashing 5,000 through the gap. EX: Ash Reaper spun, 50,000 damage wiping 8,000, dust choking the air. Drayce’s glaives reaped 10,000, Veyna’s wolves tore 7,000, turrets pounded 10,000—95,000 dead, the last 5,000 scattering.

Kael raised a fist, dragons roaring overhead, and the remnants fled, violet trails fading. He stood amid the carnage, blade dripping ash, shard-pommel humming louder. "Lyra’s 63, third place—should’ve stayed there." He laughed, turning to Drayce. "Clean up?"

"Done, Lord," Drayce said, wiping his glaive. "Five thousand ran—wolves’ll hunt ’em. Loot’s decent—10,000 resources, some violet cores."

"Ding! XP Gained: 100,000 enemies (80,000 Lv. 25, 1,767,922 XP each; 20,000 Lv. 45, 33,554,432 XP each) × 0.1 × 50 = 4,057,693,600 XP." Level Up! Level 70 to 71.

Kael felt the surge, EX: Gold Dominion flaring brighter, his frame heavier with power. "Level 71—nice ring to it." He sheathed the blade, shard quieting, and clapped Drayce’s shoulder. "Back to base—Lyra’s licking wounds now."

The march home took hours, 500,000 filing back to the eastern outpost, then the capital by dusk. Lena met them at the gates, map in hand. "Lord, buildings hit 245—forges didn’t stop. Resources at 1,025,000 with the loot, excess banked at 35,000. Gold’s steady at 150,000 monthly."

Kael winked, dusting ash off his armor. "245’s a start, Lena—push to 250 by tomorrow. Lyra’s 63, Myra’s 64—I’m 71 now. They’re running out of moves." He glanced at Thora, who’d joined the welcome. "Shard held up—sang through the fight."

Thora grinned, hammer slung over her shoulder. "Told ya, Lord—alive and kicking. Whatever ’The Error’ is, it likes a good scrap."

Kael laughed, stepping into the Lord’s Estate, harem trailing behind. The hall buzzed—Elys sparking, Rhea warming the air, Veyna sharpening arrows. He dropped into a chair, blade across his lap, shard glinting. The Empress’s voice echoed in his mind—’The Error twists dominion.’ He smirked, gold veins pulsing in the floor. "Twist all you want—I’m the one twisting back."

By nightfall, the city thrummed, 245 buildings aglow, forges shaping 246. Kael sipped wine, staring east where Lyra reeled. "Round one, violet girl. Next time, I’m coming for you."

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