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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 568 - 569
🕑 Added 2025-12-09 15:55:26 +0000 UTCMask — or, at least, one of them — staggered back to his feet in the dark cavern beneath the Menagerie’s street. Tiny fragments of debris covered his hair and a thick cloud of dust hung in the air all around him.
But the darkness did nothing to hide the glowing form of the massive suit of armor standing on the other side of the cavern. Brilliant blue energy burned behind its eyes, cutting through the shadows like spotlights to stare straight at him.
The armor was huge. If this was a golem, it was one of the largest he’d ever seen. Power hummed around it with a droning whirr. Mask could literally feel the magic prickling against his skin. The intensity of the power pouring out from the golem was incredible.
The sheer magical energy needed to keep something like this active must have been astronomical. It was well beyond anything that the Menagerie should have been reasonably capable of.
That confirms they’ve got quite some backing. What an impressive piece of magical craftsmanship. Unfortunately, it’s completely wasted.
“Fools,” Mask said, shaking his head with a rough laugh. “You sent your strongest guardian after the wrong person. If this was the Menagerie’s final plan, then they should have used it against the Beast.”
“It doesn’t feel very wise for you to tell me that,” the golem replied. It stepped out from the darkness, the humming energy enveloping it shifting to a bright white hue. “I could just leave and go deal with this Beast individual.”
“You’re not nearly strong enough to turn your back on me,” Mask replied. He reached down to his waist, pushing his cloak aside to pull free a glistening silver dagger as he lowered into a fighting stance. “And it seems the Menagerie and their backers created you with enough intelligence to communicate. I trust you can think as well? If you turn around, I’ll end you. This blade will cut through magic and metal just as easily as flesh.”
“You? End me?” derision filled the golem’s voice with far more intensity than Mask had expected. “Are you trying to rile me up?”
Mask hesitated for a moment. Never in his life had he heard of a golem with so much intelligence that it could actually be bothered by an insult. Only an idiot would bother making them with enough intelligence to have thoughts beyond fighting. Emotions would completely ruin the point of a golem in the first place.
Golems were fighting machines. They existed to defend or kill, not to get mad about being disrespected in a fight. It shouldn’t have cared about anything other than stopping him.
Perhaps someone is controlling it from afar. Either that or the Menagerie wasted precious power giving a weapon a personality. Either way… it doesn’t matter.
“Why would I rile up an inanimate object?” Mask asked. He cocked his head to the side. “You can’t turn your back to me. So what will you do? Try to fight me, and leave the Beast to finish off your masters? Or try to escape and feed your power to my blade? Or perhaps you have the processing power to register the magnitude of difference in our power? Will you run instead?”
The light behind the golem’s eyes intensified. Masks’ skin prickled even more as the magic filling the air grew thicker and thicker. A spark of flame lit at the golem’s hand, exploding with a fwoomp to form into a molten blade of crackling white flame. “What did you say?”
It genuinely sounds angry. Fascinating. I wonder what mistake they made along the way. Maybe I should try to bring some part of it back to study after we’re done here.
Mask didn’t bother wasting his effort on a response. There was no need to try to banter with an inanimate object. He’d already wasted enough time down here. The sooner he got back to make sure the Beast didn’t get distracted, the better.
This will only take one hit.
“I’m done chatting,” Mask said. Gray magic twisted down from the handle of his blade to wind into his veins. His body blurred as if a thick cloud of fog had swallowed him whole.
Then he vanished.
Mask reappeared several feet in the air beside the large golem’s shoulder, his dagger arcing down for a gap in the armor. Power screamed in the weapon’s blade with such intensity that it rattled in his grip.
He gritted his teeth, preparing for the surge of energy that would come from the impact of his dagger piercing through the golem’s armor.
This was always the worst part.
The dagger slammed home.
There was a brilliant crack. Metal rent with a horrid shriek, and a brilliant explosion of white light sliced through the dark cavern. Mask squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as magic slammed into him.
He flew back several feet, landing on the ground and skidding until the wall met his back with a painful thud. Mask cursed, blinking the angry white motes of energy from his eyes furiously.
The scent of hot metal filled the air with acrid intensity.
Damn. That golem had way too much goddamn power in it. More than I thought. I’ll have to head right back after this. The dagger is probably completely full. It won’t be able to…
Mask’s thoughts sputtered out as he caught sight of the dagger — or rather, what remained of it.
The blade was completely gone. The top of its handle had warped badly, leaving him holding little more than a fragmented chunk of iron. There wasn’t so much as a single scrap of magic left within it.
Mask blinked. His thoughts sputtered out, spinning helplessly like the wheels of a wagon trapped in mud.
And then his eyes raised.
The golem stood, unmoving, the burning white light of its gaze staring straight at him. Fragments of his dagger littered the ground around the golem’s huge form. They glistened with fading energy, power rising up like thick smoke around the golem.
“What?” Mask whispered.
“Inanimate object?” the golem asked, its worlds trembling with fury. It took a step forward, driving a huge metal foot down onto what remained of the dagger, grinding it to dust with a loud crunch. “Inanimate object? I am Uriel the Gatekeeper.”
“Impossible,” Mask growled. His eyes narrowed as his training kicked in and forced him to focus. Whatever this Golem was, the guild would want it. This would be worth quite the reward. “What are you? How did you break the dagger?”
“You disrespectful worm,” Uriel hissed. The flaming sword in the golem’s hand sputtered out. “The Menagerie wanted you alive. And I was going to follow orders… but I’ve changed my mind.”
Mask snorted. He clapped his hands together, pulling them apart with a sharp motion. A gray polearm materialized between them, glistening with raw magical power. He grabbed onto the cold wooden haft, spinning the deadly weapon around and pointing it at the golem—
Except Uriel wasn’t there anymore. The golem was gone.
Wait. Where did—
A fist slammed into the side of Mask’s body. But this blow wasn’t anything like the previous ones he’d been dealt. It was easily a dozen times more powerful. A dozen loud snaps split through the air in such close succession that they may as well have all happened at once.
Mask rocketed to the side. The world disconnected for an instant. Then a second impact slammed into his skull as he drove straight into the rock face of the cavern wall. His ears rung as blood dripped from between his parted lips.
“What?” Mask wheezed. “How?”
“I had to hold back when people could still see us,” Uriel’s voice said from just to his side. “That is no longer the case.”
Mask jerked his head around, but it was too late.
Uriel was upon him again. The huge golem grabbed Mask by the leg, tearing him free from the wall in a spray of debris and swinging him down through the air. Wind screamed past his face for a brief instant before the ground abruptly rose to meet him.
A loud crunch echoed through the darkness. Darkness flashed before Mask’s eyes. He found himself rising back into the air, blood and teeth raining down from his mouth. His skull throbbed as stunned thoughts rattled helplessly around in his battered brain.
He spotted his polearm lying on the ground a few feet away from him. His hand twitched, reaching out to call it—
Uriel’s foot slammed down on the magical weapon. There was a brilliant flash and a crack. Her foot raised once more, and all that remained beneath it were a few warped pieces of metal.
Stunned disbelief beat against Mask.
“How?” he wheezed. “That… enchanted. It can’t break.”
“Can’t break?” Uriel repeated, words still trembling with unrestrained anger. “You dare insult me when garbage like that is all you can bring? Those pathetic instruments? They aren’t even suited to be food. Not even Arwin would disgrace himself by eating them. It wouldn’t even be worth the trip to the toilet to shit them back out.”
This thing is a monster. I need — I need to get out of here. The Beast. He has to deal with this. Time. I need to buy time.
“Okay,” Mask wheezed, holding his hands up weakly. He was pretty sure his nose was broken by how nasally his words came out through his battered lips. “Okay. I surrender. The Menagerie have earned… they’ve earned it. We’ll avoid interfering.”
“Surrender?” Uriel whispered, metal hand freezing an inch above Mask, so close that he could feel the heat of the power burning within the golem beating down on his bloodied head.
“Yes,” Mask said. A weak smile curled across his features. He swallowed the blood filling his mouth and coughed, then continued, pushing through the pain pounding in his skull and chest. “I surrender. Unconditionally. Bring me… your leader. Bring me to your guild leader. We will discuss terms. Those are your orders. To bring me.”
“They were,” Uriel agreed. The golem’s fingers twitched.
“That’s right.” The weak smile on Mask’s face grew slightly larger. Even though it hurt to grin, he still wasn’t done. The Beast would deal with the Menagerie. All he had to do was stall until it was over. He wiped his lips with the back of a wrist, then grabbed his nose and jerked it back into place with a sharp motion. Then he stared up at the impossibly powerful golem defiantly. “Take me. Your task has been accomplished successfully. You must obey your orders.”
Uriel’s hand lowered slightly. Then it clenched into a fist.
“No thanks,” Uriel said. “I’d rather kill you.”
Mask blinked. “What?”
Uriel’s fist fell.
There was a wet crunch.
When it raised once more, nothing remained of the guildsman but a pile of squashed flesh and a shattered bones in a blood-soaked black cloak.
Chapter 569
“That’s an odd threat from a street sweeper,” the Beast said as he took in Kein with his dark, hungry eyes. “I can’t say waitstaff has ever challenged me before. It’s certainly a unique experience.”
“And you’ll get another unique experience if you don’t turn and leave,” Kein said quietly.
“Has anyone ever taken you up on that?” the Beast asked. “Just… walking away? When it’s clear that they had absolutely no plans of doing it before you offered up the suggestion?”
“No,” Kein replied. “But I’ve always preferred to err on the side of caution. You never know when someone might grow a sense of self preservation. I’m an optimistic man, despite the world’s best efforts to ensure otherwise.”
“Hm,” the Beast said. “Have you considered having a more intimidating weapon? People may be more amiable to listening to a warrior’s suggestions if he shows up bearing something at least adjacent to a blade. The broom isn’t doing you any favors.”
“I am not a warrior,” Kien said simply. “And while I would normally be willing to engage in discussion otherwise, you are currently attacking our street. I don’t tend to fraternize with the Menagerie’s enemies… though I would be willing to make an exception if we sat down over a meal in the Devil’s Den.”
“You have no idea how tempting that offer is,” the Beast replied through a sigh. He cracked his neck. “But I can’t accept. My orders were strict this time around. Not a whole lot of wiggle room. I’d be happy to take you up on this after I’ve finished up, though. I’d kill for a good meal. Literally.”
“After you’ve made it past me?” Kien asked. He shook his head and raised his broom before himself. “No. I don’t believe that’ll be happening.”
The Beast sighed. “Well. We tried. But I’m bored now. I hate killing people that aren’t worth the fight, but you’re in my way.”
Then the Beast vanished.
The ragged man reappeared directly beside Kien, his fist blurring through the air as it accelerated toward his head. Kien didn’t even budge from his spot. He barely even seemed to acknowledge the other man’s presence.
All he did was shift his broom slightly.
The Beast’s arm shot straight toward Kien’s face — and missed it by mere inches. For a moment, neither of the two moved. The Beast stared at his hand, which had been nudged out of the way by nothing more than the handle of Kien’s broom.
Then the beast punched Kien again. Once more, the other man flicked his broom. Another blow slipped right past Kien, this one going by his stomach. The Beast wasn’t done. He drove his knee up, only to find it redirected to pass harmlessly by Kien’s side.
A loud thwack split the air.
The Beast staggered backward a step, his eyes going wide in disbelief as one hand shot up to his skull, where Kien had just rapped him with the handle of the broom as if he were a naughty child with his hand in the cookie jar.
“The fuck?” the Beast asked, sounding more baffled than angry. Then he froze, eyes locking on his hand. A small amount of blood had smeared across his fingertips from where Kien had struck him. His gaze snapped back to the other man. “The fuck? You actually hurt me? What kind of warrior are you?”
Kien tapped his brush on the ground to shake the dust from its bristles. “I already told you. I’m not a warrior at all.”
The Beast’s lips pulled back into a black-toothed grin. “Do you know how long it’s been since someone has actually hurt me?”
“I don’t believe I care,” Kien replied. “You’re causing a commotion. We’re trying to hold an auction here, you know.”
The Beast smirked.
Then he vanished.
Kien spun his broom around, and a loud crack split the air as it slammed into the Beast’s wrist. The other man didn’t so much as slow. He released a flurry of blows toward Kien, each one bearing enough force to shatter solid metal.
Not a single strike landed on the broom-wielding man. But that wasn’t to say they weren’t effective. One step after another, the rapid attacks forced him backward. A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his neck.
He’s definitely Sunsetted. I can’t feel any magic in him at all. It’s like every single scrap of his power has gone entirely into his physical abilities. That would normally make this a very good fight for me… but I’m a bit lacking in opportunities to take advantage of.
The flurry of blows abruptly cut off.
“You’re redirecting my attacks,” the Beast breathed, skipping a step back from Kien. “Complete redistribution of force. That’s fascinating.”
Kien didn’t respond. The Beast had caught on a lot faster than he’d been hoping for. He was sharp. This man wasn’t just some arrogant, overpowered asshole. He carried himself like a man who had earned every single scrap of his power.
Assuming he was anything less than deadly would be a big — and likely the last — mistake anyone could make.
“But is that all you can do?” the Beast asked. “I’m sure you’ve realized by now that I’m faster than you are. This isn’t a very interesting fight if that’s the extent of your abilities. They’re quite unique and well-suited to fighting me… but that isn’t anywhere near enough to stop me.”
“I suppose you’ll have to find out,” Kien replied. “Do you think it’s all I’m capable of?”
“No,” the Beast replied. His smile grew wider. “So start using the rest of it before it’s too late, would you? I’m here for a good fight. I’d hate to miss out on one because you think you’re too cool to fight properly.”
The Beast vanished.
Kien spun, but this time, he wasn’t fast enough. A foot slammed into his back. He was launched off his feet as the world accelerated around him, and he slammed into the wall of the alley with a loud crash.
He dropped to the ground, rolling out of the way an instant before the Beast’s fist smashed into the rocks where he’d been a moment before. Kien swept his broom out for the Beast’s shins.
The other man leapt clean into the air over the strike, only for the broom to freeze in place directly beneath the still-airborne Beast. Every single scrap of speed it had possessed evaporated entirely.
Then the broom snapped straight upward.
It drove into the Beast’s crotch with a meaty thwack that made it clear he hadn’t invested in any armor for his nether regions. The man’s eyes bulged. He dropped to the ground with a howl of pain.
Kien spun his broom around and drove it down toward the Beast like a spear. But, before it could land, the Beast rolled out of the way. He shot back to his feet, staggering on the way up before finding his footing again.
“Energy,” the Beast growled, his legs crossed slightly. “That’s your ability. You can convert between active and passive energy at will?”
It only took him two good hits to figure it out? That’s quite annoying. But I suppose it means I don’t have to hide it anymore.
The Beast blurred toward Kien.
Kien’s hand snapped up.
The Beast slammed to a halt, his fist an inch away from Kien’s face. Annoyance twisted his features as he jumped back, then vanished again. Kien swung his broom around behind him, striking the Beast in the side.
Once more, the ragged man froze.
“Stop that!” the Beast snapped. “Your magic is infuriating!”
“No,” Kien replied. He brought his broom whipping around into the side of the Beast’s head with a loud crack.
The other man staggered back with a snarl. Then he vanished again.
He appeared beside Kien, his fist lodging itself into his gut. But, in the very instant that the blow connected, all the momentum evaporated from it. The Beast simply froze in place, as if he were doing nothing more than giving a friendly fist-bump to the stomach.
Kien’s knee snapped up. It connected with the Beast’s nose, breaking the bone within it and sending the ragged man’s head cracking backward and sending him a staggering step backward.
Then the Beast drove his foot down into the ground, regaining his balance. His head pulled itself back forward as he grabbed his nose, snapping it back into place and wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
He’s tough. That would have torn the head right off most people. Just how durable is this guy?
“Incredible,” the Beast said. His lips pulled into a cold smile. “You can reduce the force from my blows, even when they hit you? I’d thought I was hitting softer than normal. But you were letting me hit you, then reducing the force so it wouldn’t be fatal in hopes of keeping me from figuring out how your power works. Brilliant. Terrifyingly effective for any melee fighter.”
Kien watched the Beast with thinned lips.
“Though there’s a limit to every ability. One fist at a time, sure. Easy enough to stop. But I have to ask…” The Beast kicked a large rock up from the ground. He caught it, snapping it into two pieces easily and holding one in each hand, sizing them up as a small smile crept back across his face. “How many objects can you slow at once?”
Shit. Rodrick and the others better move fast. I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out alone against this guy for much longer.
Comments
Catherine
Is Mask a clone or something? Or did I misunderstanding this bit: "Mask — or, at least, one of them — staggered back to his feet..."
Tsorov
I think he was a former Hero, who, after gaining too much power through sunsetting, was bound by soul contracts to do to the Guilds bidding.
Mechanist Grimm
Satisfying to see the first promotion in the credits for Bologna mist cloud #1 and truly satisfying to not only finally see Kien in action but get a great fight alongside that to boot!
Ben Bass
TYFTC! Man, Uriel was pissed, and rightfully so. She is NOT a golem and sadly the one who was taught that lesson will not be able to pass it on directly. I do love Kein's power, and how he is very adept at using it and hiding it. Now how many can he handle at once? I have a feeling that his power and abilities will definitely be tested by the Beast.
Sitsume
Love Uriel getting mad and killing Mask. Though that will put a dent in finding out the Guild's plans unless Beast can be captured alive. Kind of hoping they can. Something about his character is fun and has so much potential since he doesn't seem to be a purely bad guy. Looking forward to the next update!
TheCrazyDuck
I feel like Mask didn't know the definition of inanimate very well, it literally means something cannot move on its own accord, which golems clearly can.
Tommy
““That’s an odd threat from a street sweeper,” the Beast said as he took in Kein with his dark, hungry eyes.” You may be a king, or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper TFTC!
Danielle W.
Yes! Uriel did the whole ‘hulk smash puny god’ routine. Go Uriel!
Bunny Waffles
Uriel REALLY doesn't like being called not a person. Or just disrespected by inferior craft.
Tsula
So... mask keeps referring to her as inanimate... but by definition all golems are animated... animate... I think another word choice, or just dropping the word would be appropriate. Also hello Actus, been a while.
Shelbo
I love seeing smart opponents
Oliver
Great battle, Kien can do this at which rank? Oh my Kien would be op in master
Vara Lawraga
Finally getting to see Kien… he better win.
Lizy Flore
Amazing!
