Kael Veyris walks through the heart of his Empire, not as a conqueror, but as a guide.
Dragons glide above. Citizens, mortals, and hybrids of chaos and dragonkind live freely under his subtle authority.
Virelya approaches, her Eldritch Chaos energy dancing in soft waves.
Master, the new gardens bloom across the northern realm, she says, smiling.
Lyra floats beside Kael, twisting threads of fate gently, ensuring the city thrives in harmony.
I've aligned the scholars and warriors so no one is left behind," she adds proudly.
Drakanyra and Korynthia oversee the dragon populations, now integrated into mortal society.
They respect you as their Progenitor, Drakanyra says.
Kael smiles, calm and authoritative.
Then all is as it should be. But there is always room to grow… for them and for us.Kael walks to the palace garden where his wives await.
He approaches Virelya, who radiates both chaos and elegance.
It's beautiful, Kael murmurs.
He gently kisses her hand, and a faint goldenblack glow wraps around them.
Chaos and creation perfectly intertwined, just like you.
Virelya smiles, leaning slightly against him.
And just like us, she whispers.
The others watch, smiling. Even Lyra twitches a thread of fate playfully around Kael, subtly teasing him.Kael passes through the city, observing citizens, dragons, and newly integrated species.
Without a word, he adjusts the flow of energy, subtly enhancing growth, health, and prosperity.
His influence is felt, not forced.
A ruler is strongest not through fear, Kael murmurs to Lyra.
But through presence. Vision. And subtle guidance.
Dragons nod. Citizens bow, but not out of fear out of respect.
The Empire hums with harmony, a living testament to Kael's leadership and authority.