Painted in oil and soot on tempered steel, Conqueron's Dominion captures the moment before despair took root across the realm. The towering warlord stands amid the ruin of his own making, a cathedral of flame and stone forged from the remnants of those who defied him. Lightning coils through the vaulted ceilings as if answering to his command, and behind the glint of his emerald eyes lies the calm certainty of an eternal conqueror.
Few recall the battles that led to this moment, but all remember what followed: silence. Where Conqueron walked, kingdoms ceased to be. The painting endures as both warning and testament, that even in defeat, dominion leaves its mark.