Caelum’s POV - Leader of The Foundries
The air inside the lower foundry tasted of coal-dust and recycled steam. For months, the labourers worked in a state of hollow compliance, our spirits crushed by the shadow-ink and the rhythmic, soul-killing drone of the pressure valves. I stood near the primary turbine, my hand resting on the iron cooling-pipe, waiting for a signal that felt like a phantom dream.
Joren, one of our most trusted scouts, burst through the heavy blast-doors, his chest heaving with the exertion of his run. He wore the grime of the upper tunnels, but his eyes shone with a manic, jubilant light.
"The seal at the Fire Nexus lies broken," he panted, his voice barely audible over the hiss of the steam. "She succeeded. The Blackwood Alpha claimed the Trinity Spark."
I sense
