After a long and twisted effort, Asher finally gathered all his children. The number shocked him. There were more than he expected.
They all lived on the moon now, inside a fortress he had built himself.
Cold stone and tal walls stretched wide under the empty space. The place felt distant from any normal world.
They worked together on the portal. It was the only way for him to get his real body back.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.
So of them slowly grew closer to him, while others kept their distance.
Then small talks began. Shared work turned into longer monts. Bit by bit, the gap between them started to close.
Still, progress ca with pressure.
Asher noticed the strain growing worse. His projection kept draining energy without pause. Every movent was heavier than before, like sothing inside him was thinning out.
He tried to hide it at first. He stayed present during the work, gave short instructions, and watched the portal construction continue. But each passing day made it harder to ignore.
The longer he stayed in this state, the more unstable it beca.
With that in mind, he made a choice.
He summoned Arken and Ash.
They moved away from the open work area.
The fortress corridors were dim. tal walls carried a soft hum from the ongoing portal construction.
Footsteps echoed lightly as Asher led them into a more private quarter deep inside the structure.
The room was simple. A long table. A few chairs. No windows. Only a faint light strip above.
Asher stopped near the center. His projection flickered for a brief second before stabilizing again. He did not sit right away.
His children did not say anything, but they already noticed that the flickering was becoming more frequent.
Asher took a mont before finally speaking. "I need your help."
The two were surprised to hear their almighty father sound so human. They imdiately understood that this was a serious matter.
"My projection is failing faster than I expected," he said. "Every seconds takes more from . If this continues, I won't last long enough to finish the portal."
Arken's jaw tightened. "You should've said this earlier. Do you know how complicated that thing was? It will take us years to finish it without you around. We have our own lives too. You selfish jerk."
"I didn't have the ti," Asher replied.
Ash, on the other hand, remained calm. "How bad is it?"
"Bad enough that I need you two to help finish it after I'm gone. I'm going to feed you the whole blueprint, but the complicated parts still need mastery over space. And you two are my smartest children."
Both of them remained silent, finally understanding the gravity of the situation.
"Why are you telling this?" Arken spoke. "You know I hate you. You being trapped in that place is actually beneficial to ."
Asher smiled faintly.
"Because you are all like . You might not act like it, but I know you're hungry for more—knowledge, power, understanding."
His gaze moved between them.
"Working with already pushed you to levels you wouldn't have reached in your whole life otherwise. And once I get my body back… I can teach you even more."
No one said a word.
They did not need to speak. The silence was enough.
Ti moved forward without stopping.
The portal construction eventually reached completion.
Inside the fortress, the final structure stood tall and silent, shaped from layers of controlled energy and space-bound tal. What once looked impossible had finally taken form.
During that ti, many of Asher's other children began to wonder where he had gone. Years passed without his presence.
So felt the absence more than others, but no one spoke it aloud. To most of them, ti like that ant little, and it was not as if he had been part of their lives all along.
If they were being honest, many missed their mothers more. T
Compared to that, Asher's absence felt distant. What mattered more now was finishing the project and finally bringing it to an end.
"Everyone, to your designated stations," Ash commanded.
Arken stood a few steps away and also spoke.
"Rember what we practiced. We need to synchronize our energy. Any mistake will cause a space disruption that could create a black hole. I don't need to remind you, but none of us can survive that."
His eyes moved across everyone, making sure each one understood.
No one answered. They only adjusted their positions.
They stepped near a circle only big enough to fit one person.
The marking on the floor glowed faintly, tracing a tight boundary around them.
Arken was the first to stop just outside it, watching the alignnt of everyone around the chamber.
Ash stood on the opposite side, eyes locked on the core point inside the circle.
The rest settled into their assigned positions around it, forming a controlled ring of energy paths that all pointed inward.
There was no room left for error.
"Let's start."
Arken and Ash began channeling their energy through their feet.
The others followed a few second later.
At first, nothing seed to change. Then faint light threads spread across the floor, linking each station together like a circuit waking up.
At the center of the circle, a tiny point of light ford.
It was no bigger than a needle tip.
Still, everyone felt it at once.
The space around it felt thin, like it could tear if touched the wrong way. Even breathing near it felt risky.
"I'll handle the first phase," Ash leaded.
He brought his hands together in a prayer-like position.
His energy steadied, becoming sharper and more controlled. The central point responded, pulsing once.
Arken watched closely, ready to react if anything went wrong.
The others held their output steady, forcing their focus to stay aligned.
At the center, the tiny point of light began growing brighter.
"Keep it stable," Arken muttered under his breath, more warning than command.
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