The days after Kael’s second descent into the sealed chamber passed in uneasy silence.The Pit was healing, but slowly, as though the mountain itself resented every small victory. The eastern tunnels remained buried beneath thousands of tons of broken stone and shattered bone. Fires burned through the day and night while teams of prisoners carved new passages around the collapse, their hammers and pickaxes ringing out like desperate prayers. Each strike sent dust cascading from the ceiling and echoed through the darkness like a challenge hurled straight into the Abyss itself.Kael refused to let grief become weakness. He carried the weight of every lost soul in his chest, but he kept moving. Each morning he inspected the defenses—checking barricades, counting sentries, testing the strength of newly braced walls. Each afternoon he trained the fighters, drilling them until their hands bled and their legs shook. Each night he walked the tunnels alone, the flickering torchlight casting lo

The ancient iron spikes disappeared into the darkness above, twisting around the walls of the enormous shaft like the bones of some forgotten giant.Kael tested the first spike again. It groaned beneath his weight but held. A deep silence settled over the prisoners. No one wanted to be the first to trust iron that had spent centuries buried inside a mountain.Kael looked back at them, faces illuminated by the faint column of light streaming down from above.“We’ve survived monsters, hunger, and the Empire,” he said, voice echoing up the shaft. “We’re not dying because we’re afraid to climb.”Without another word, he grabbed the second spike and began the ascent. One by one, the others followed.---The climb was brutal.Each spike was nearly an arm’s length from the next, forcing every movement into a dangerous stretch. The walls were damp with centuries of moisture, slick and unforgiving, making every foothold treacherous. Rust crumbled beneath their fingers like dried blood. More th