The Northern Foundries
Author: Unique smyle
last update2026-09-25 22:09:54

The smoke never stopped rising. Not day, not night. The northern foundries burned like a wound that would not heal.

Lincoln stood at the edge of the ridge, looking down at the sprawling industrial complex below. It stretched for miles towers of black iron, rivers of molten metal, chimneys that spewed toxic clouds into the gray sky. The air smelled of sulfur and burning. The ground vibrated with the endless pounding of machinery.

"Looks like hell," Ren said quietly beside him.

"It is hell," Linc
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  • The Last Battle

    Lincoln had no power left, and that was precisely why he was still alive.He lay on the cold stone of the void, his body broken, his soul empty. The void was gone. The power that had defined him for so long was gone. He was just a man now, fragile and mortal. But he was still breathing. He was still thinking. And he was still fighting.The rogue Progenitor loomed above them, its form a storm of rage and shadow. It had already struck down Kaela, Sylara, and Vorlag. It had scattered the freed Elders like leaves in a hurricane. And now it turned its black eyes toward Lincoln."You," it hissed. "You did this. You chained us. You condemned us.""I freed you," Lincoln said, his voice hoarse. "I gave you a chance to leave in peace. You chose violence.""I chose freedom. True freedom. Not the illusion you offered."The rogue raised its hand. The void energy crackled around it, dark and hungry.Lincoln closed his eyes. He th

  • The Gift

    The void was singing, and for the first time in his life, Lincoln understood the song.He woke slowly, consciousness returning in fragments. The cold stone beneath his back. The faint hum of energy in the air. The warmth of a hand wrapped around his own. He opened his eyes and saw Kaela's face hovering above him, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and relief."You're awake," she whispered. "Thank the stars.""How long?" His voice was hoarse, barely recognizable."Two days. You've been unconscious since the battle. We were starting to think..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence."I'm still here." He squeezed her hand. "I'm not going anywhere."He sat up slowly, his body protesting. The void energy pulsed beneath his skin, but it was different now. Warmer. Gentler. It did not demand. It did not hunger. It simply was."What happened?" he asked. "After the battle?""The eldest Progenitor kept i

  • The Reckoning

    The Progenitors rose from their prisons like gods waking from a nightmare, and Lincoln could only watch.He lay on the cold stone of the forge, barely conscious, his body broken, his soul empty. The void was gone. The power that had defined him for so long was gone. He was just a man now fragile, mortal, helpless.And the Progenitors were free.They emerged from the shattered prisons one by one, their vast forms filling the void like storms filling a sky. They were terrible and beautiful, ancient and powerful beyond measure. Some were shaped like humans, others like Elders, others like nothing Lincoln had ever seen. They were beings of pure thought and will, and their presence made the void tremble.Kaela was beside him, her blade drawn, her body positioned between him and the emerging gods. Sylara and Vorlag flanked her, their forms dim with fear but steady with resolve."Stay behind us," Kaela said. "Don't move."Lincoln wanted to argue. He wanted to stand. But his body would not ob

  • The Ritual

    The ritual required everything, and Lincoln had nothing left to give.He stood at the heart of the original forge, the void energy swirling around him like a hurricane. Kaela, Sylara, and Vorlag stood at the edges of the chamber, their faces pale with fear. They had tried to stop him. They had begged him to find another way. But Lincoln had made his choice."The geas is forged," he said, his voice steady. "Now I have to free them. All of them. And to do that, I have to give up the void.""No," Kaela whispered. "Lincoln, please. There has to be another way.""There isn't. The void is the key. It's the connection between worlds. If I want to free the Progenitors without destroying reality, I have to sever that connection. I have to become mortal again.""You'll be powerless. You'll be vulnerable. You'll be""Free." Lincoln smiled. "I'll be free."He turned to face the forge. The void energy pulsed around him, vast and ancient, waiting for his command. He reached out with his mind, touch

  • The Council of Elders

    The void was shaking, and Lincoln felt every tremor in his bones.He returned to the chamber where Kaela, Sylara, and Vorlag were waiting, his face pale, his eyes burning with violet-gold light. They saw him coming and rose to their feet, their expressions a mixture of hope and fear."What happened?" Kaela demanded. "What did it say?"Lincoln told them. Everything. The eldest Progenitor's offer. The history of the Progenitors. The truth about the prison. The choice he had to make.When he finished, the silence was heavy."You can't trust it," Sylara said, her form flickering with distress. "The Progenitors are ancient. They have been imprisoned for billions of years. Their minds are not like ours. They will say anything to be free.""I know," Lincoln said. "But I also know what it feels like to be imprisoned. To be trapped in the dark, desperate for freedom. The Elders were the same. And you deserved to be free.""W

  • The Original Forge

    The forge was not a place. It was a memory, and Lincoln was about to step inside it.He stood at the edge of the structure a sphere of pure void energy, pulsing with the heartbeat of creation. It was beautiful and terrible, a monument to the moment when the first sentient races had made the choice to imprison the Progenitors."This is it," Sylara whispered. "The birthplace of the prison. The source of all void energy.""It feels... alive," Kaela said, her hand on her blade."It is alive," Vorlag replied. "It is the first thought, the first choice, the first act of creation. It has been waiting for someone to enter it since before time began."Lincoln took a deep breath. He could feel the void energy within him resonating with the forge, singing a song of recognition. The eight Elders he had absorbed were silent, awed by the presence of something so ancient."I have to go in alone," he said."No," Kaela said immediat

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