Cosmic Lord: The Error Awakens
Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93

The eighty-seventh dawn crept over Kael El’s Ashen Empire with a heavy golden haze, the vast dominion taut with unease. The capital’s skyline gleamed—bone steel turrets dwarfed by the Golden Colossus, its hundred-meter frame a silent giant, core flickering violet-gold like a restless heart. Kael stood in the Lord’s Estate hall, Stormforged Blade across his knees, shard-pommel humming low, a jagged edge to its song. EX: Dragonflame Reaver glowed at his hip, Stormhide Armor scuffed, a dent from Myra’s beams still sore. His flirty smirk flickered, a cool dominance masking a faint tremor—yesterday’s council lingered, Rhea’s worry, Drayce’s strain, the Colossus’s cold pulse. He flexed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading the stone floor, warmer now, stirring like his blood.

Day 87. Myra’s ash settles—Sylth’s shadow rises. His dark eyes gleamed, pride burning through fatigue—those pulses hit deeper than he’d admit, a chill his blood barely pushed back. My empire’s iron—2.7 million souls, a sprawl of steel and bone—but shadows slip through cracks. The Nexus whispered through the hall: "Kael’s reign burns!" He tilted his head, smirk faint. Burn? I smolder.

Day 87: Post-Peace Period. Territory Level: 5 – Commanding Lord. Territory Size: Vast. Population: Millions. Food Stock: Low. Resource Yield: High (Lord’s Blessing). Resources: Plentiful. Summon Limit: Ample. Territory Lv. 6 Conditions: Reach Higher Power, Continental Empire (More Strongholds), Defeat Mighty Foe, Vast Wealth, Great Treasury, Army of Elite, Build World Wonder [Completed: Golden Colossus].

Lord Nexus Leaderboard: Kael El leads, Myra falters, Lyra hides, Gavrin waits, Sylth schemes, others trail.

Kael tapped the shard, its hum sharper as he eyed Lena’s map—golden light tracing Sylth’s approach, 1,480 kilometers east, shadow cloaks thick. First place, unchallenged—Myra’s broken, Lyra’s quiet, Sylth’s bold. He rubbed his neck, ache lingering from the golem’s fall—its crystal weight had shaken him, blood roaring back. The Colossus’s pulse—glitchy, cold—echoed that fight, "The Error" whispering closer. Veyna’s wolves had returned at dawn, her voice sharp: "Sylth’s army—thousands, shadow-wreathed, Nexus glow on a lieutenant. They’re here."

Drayce leaned against the wall, glaive scuffed, eyes heavy. "Lord, they’re close—1,400 kilometers now. Shadows hide their numbers, but it’s big. Lieutenant’s got Nexus tech—violet-gold, like Myra’s. Elite’s ready—5,000, gold-clad—but we’re stretched." His voice carried grit, a brother’s plea beneath the soldier’s tone—9,000 dead last week still stung.

Kael’s smirk softened, meeting his gaze. "Stretched, sure—Colossus makes 5,000 a fortress. We hold—then hunt." He stood, blade humming, turning to Veyna, wolves pacing behind her. "Pin the lieutenant—bleed the rest."

She strung her bow, smirking, but her eyes flicked to the Colossus outside. "Wolves’ll tear ’em—shadow’s thick, feels... wrong. Like the pulse." Her usual glee wavered—rare caution.

Lena unrolled her map, quill steady. "Forges pushed hard—capital’s stronger, more keeps rising. Resources pile high, gold flows thicker—taxes hold despite the strain. Food’s thin—days left, not weeks." Her voice stayed calm, but her glance lingered on Kael’s dented armor, a silent question.

Kael winked, masking a wince. "Thin’s fine—fortress holds. Sylth’s desperate—coalition’s spine’s gone." He strode to the window, shard singing, the Colossus’s pulse rippling—colder, a glitch flickering. Like the golem—like my blood. "Move east—meet ’em 1,200 kilometers out."

The eastern plain loomed, shadow curling like smoke—Sylth’s army surged, thousands cloaked in darkness, blades glinting violet-gold. Grunts swung jagged steel, relentless, while elites in shadow veils danced with glowing daggers, Nexus energy crackling. A lieutenant towered—cloaked, staff pulsing, eyes like Myra’s tech but darker, heavier. Kael laughed, blade raised. "Fancy shadow—let’s light it up."

He charged, EX: Stormwing Prime blurring him in, 500,000 roaring behind—gold-clad elite gleaming, the Colossus’s will fueling them. Drayce’s vanguard smashed, glaives tearing grunts, shadows ripping like cloth. Veyna’s wolves flanked, frost fangs shredding ranks, her arrows piercing elites—bodies falling, daggers clattering. Thora’s turrets, hauled east, fired—golden bolts blasting through, earth trembling as thousands reinforced.

Bone golems rose, EX: Bone Dominion summoning a score, crushing dozens, claws splintering steel. The lieutenant swung his staff, shadow lashing—3,000 caught, armor dissolving, screams fading. Kael cursed, dodging a wave, stone melting. EX: Volcanic Tsunami roared, fire melting hundreds, shadows sizzling. The lieutenant thrust, Kael parried, shard screaming—EX: Gold Dominion flared, warmer, gold veins surging in the earth, binding the foe’s shadow. "Mine," Kael grinned, EX: Vitality Reaper draining life, blade shredding the cloak—ash fell, staff clattering.

Dragons dove, fire and ice raining, hundreds vaporized. Elys’s lightning cracked, frying dozens—her shout sharp: "Kael, it’s Nexus—your blood’s louder!" Rhea torched ranks, flames dimmer, her stumble flashing in Kael’s mind—not again. Lyra’s violet chaos tore through, her wink teasing, but strained. Thousands fell, the lieutenant’s death breaking Sylth’s line—shadows fled, then faded, ash thick.

Kael felt power surge, blood roaring—leveled up. He sheathed the blade, chest tight, scanning for Rhea—she stood, shaken but whole. He grabbed Drayce’s shoulder. "We good?"

"Rough," Drayce muttered, wiping blood from his glaive. "Lost hundreds—shadows cut deep. They’re gone, though." His voice held relief, but his eyes lingered on the fallen—too many.

Veyna tossed Kael a violet-gold shard—lieutenant’s core. "Nexus tech—Sylth’s toy. Wolves say he’s broken, eastbound." Her smirk faded, glancing at Rhea—concern, not glee.

Back at the capital by dusk, the Colossus pulsed—jagged, colder. Lena met him, map glowing, voice steady. "Lord, capital’s bigger—keeps rising, gold thicker, resources stacked. Subjects mourn the losses—morale holds, but thin." Her eyes flicked to his armor, dent deeper.

Kael nodded, ache spreading. "Push harder—fortress grows, coalition shrinks." He strode to the Colossus, shard humming, Rhea trailing—flames soft, hand brushing his.

"Too close," she whispered, voice cracking. "That pulse—’The Error’—it’s in your blood, Kael. I saw it."

Kael’s smirk faltered, gripping her hand. "My blood? It’s gold, Rhea—stronger than shadows." But the chill lingered—like the golem, like her eyes. He turned to the crew, voice a rough drawl. "Sylth’s broken—coalition’s crumbling. Thoughts?"

Elys sparked, quieter. "You’re a titan, Kael—but hundreds gone hurts. Colossus didn’t stop it."

Lyra grinned, violet flickering. "Hurts, sure—you’re tougher. Sylth’s dust—Gavrin’s next."

Veyna notched an arrow, grim. "Gavrin’s stirring, 1,700 east—wolves smell fear. Blood’s heavy—use it."

Kael’s grin hardened, gold veins pulsing hotter—EX: Gold Dominion shifted, deeper, like a crown’s weight. The shard jolted—vision: the Empress, lattice fraying, gold veins threading her armor. "Dominion’s blood..." He blinked back, core pulsing colder. My blood—hers? "Lena, stack it—Thora, watch the core—Veyna, hunt him—Drayce, honor ’em."

By night, the capital stood stronger—keeps rising, gold flowing, resources high. Kael leaned on the ramparts, shard glowing, losses heavy—hundreds, not thousands, but each stung. The core pulsed—glitchy, whispering: Blood binds... He smirked into the dark, gold warmer. "Bind what you want—I’m the one breaking."