A spark had awoken within the Crypt. Deep in its heart, the spark caught. The Forge began to beat to the drum of new life. A sliver of heat, an ember. That was all it took. The Forge had ended its long slumber. For centuries it had lain, cold and dead. A husk of a once great entity, a hollowed out corpse. Like a whales carcass in the dark depths of the ocean. Picked clean by scavengers who would never see the light of day. So the Forge had been ransacked. It's power drained and usurped, by those who clung to the darkness.
But something wonderful had happened. The orb had found a new race. A race that could rekindle the great fires of the Forge. A spark was all it took. There was no going back now. They would dance this dance again. Light against darkness. The Forge against the Crypt. Warmth against the cold, life against stasis. More. The forge demanded more. So the Orb reached out. Far into the reaches of time and space, through the memories of the girl and the slave. It sought more. More fire and more heart.
As it searched it found. It grabbed what it found, and pulled it in. Deep in the dark crypt, someone awoke.
@Oveass you have been summoned. You are now in the Crypt. Good luck.