The chasm was older than the world, and Lincoln felt its age pressing down on him like a physical weight.He stood at the edge of the excavation site, staring into the abyss below. The Elders had carved through miles of ancient ice, using void-energy tools that hummed with a soft, reverent light. The walls of the chasm were smooth, glassy, revealing layers of frozen time ice that had formed before the first human drew breath, before the first Elder emerged from the void."How deep does it go?" Lincoln asked."To the bedrock," Sylara replied. "And beneath that, to something older still."She led him down a spiral ramp carved into the ice, Vorlag and Kaela following close behind. The air grew colder with every step, colder than anything Lincoln had ever experienced. His breath misted before his face, then froze, falling as tiny crystals of ice."What are we looking for?" Kaela asked, her hand resting on her blade."We don't know," Sylara admitted. "Our scouts found it by accident. They

The world was bending, and Lincoln could feel it breaking.He stood at the edge of the excavation site, watching the ice groan and shift. The Progenitor's awakening had triggered something a distortion in reality itself. The sky above the northern wastes flickered between day and night. The ground trembled with a rhythm that was not seismic but cosmic. And the Elders, usually calm and serene, huddled together in fear."It's getting worse," Sylara said, her form flickering. "The Progenitor's presence is destabilizing the area. If it fully wakes before we're ready""Then we're out of time." Lincoln turned to face her. "I need to go to the heart of the void. I need to confront the eldest progenitor before it's too late.""You can't go alone.""I know." He looked at Kaela, who was already gathering supplies. "She's coming with me.""And us," Vorlag added. "The Elders will not abandon you now."Lincoln nodded. He had expected nothing less.They gathered in the command tent Lincoln, Kaela,

The void was not a place. It was a living nightmare, and it was trying to kill them.Lincoln moved through the chaos with the void blade raised, its golden light pushing back the darkness. Behind him, Kaela, Sylara, and Vorlag followed in tight formation, their eyes scanning the shifting shadows for threats. Reality bent around them, space twisting in ways that defied logic. Gravity was a suggestion. Time was a joke. And the only thing keeping them alive was Lincoln's connection to the void."This way," he said, pointing toward a narrow path that wound through a forest of floating crystals. "The currents are weaker here. We can rest for a moment."They followed him, their steps uncertain on the unstable ground. The crystals hummed with ancient energy, their surfaces reflecting images that were not quite real faces of people long dead, landscapes that had never existed, moments from lives that were not their own."What is this place?" Kaela wh