The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 84: The Raging Peaks 1

The Sanctum’s gates loomed by midday, a welcome sight after the Hollow’s desolation. They reported to Torin, detailing the fracture, the shard, and the cloaked figure’s challenge.

His expression grew graver with each word, his stormhawk screeched softly. "You have done well," he said. "But the Veil’s agents are a threat we can’t ignore. Train, watch, and trust your bonds."

They returned to their dormitories, exhaustion weighed their steps, but a spark of defiance burned within. The Veil loomed, its shadows are creeping closer, but the Tide’s Crest stood firm, their unity was a flame that would burn through any darkness.

As Kelvin sank onto his bed, Xerion coiled beside him, he felt ready for the battles ahead, their resolve was an ember that would ignite the future.

The Sanctum’s infirmary was a quiet place of refuge, its air were thick with the scent of antiseptic herbs and the faint hum of healing runes etched into the walls as the trio’s were rushed into the place next morning.

Earlier when they came back, they seemed very much ok but late at night the weight of their journey came disturbing.

Kelvin lay on a narrow cot with his chest bandaged tightly, each breath was a sharp reminder of the Abyssal Hollow’s brutal battle.

The scars on his arm from the Shadowfen Marshes were faint now, but the fresh bruises from rogue beasts ached beneath the bandages, a testament to their hard-won victory over the Veil’s fracture.

His staff rested against the wall, its fire runes were dim but it pulsed faintly which mirrored his heartbeat. The flame carved a pendant around his neck which felt heavier, a symbol of their triumphs and the growing weight of their responsibility.

Xerion, the End-Tyrant, coiled in the corner, his massive serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales that shimmered in the soft lantern light.

The ancient beast, a Level 8 Legendary whose legend stretched back to the Great Rift War, exuded a quiet power, his twenty-foot length filling the small space with an aura of restrained strength.

His amber eyes were deep and ageless and it met with Kelvin’s eye, a low hiss vibrated the air as if sensing his tamer’s unease.

Their bond, an 80% sync ratio which was a blazing lifeline, Xerion’s warmth was a steady anchor against the cold dread that lingered from the cloaked figure’s challenge in the Hollow.

Lyra occupied the cot to his right, her silver braid was undone, her hair was spilling over her shoulders in a tangled manner.

Her arm was bandaged from a rogue beast’s claw which rested in a sling, but her green eyes burned with a restless intensity.

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a stand nearby, her iridescent feathers flickered in the dim light and her talons clicked softly as she preened.

"You are stared at the ceiling again," Lyra said, her voice soft but laced with concern. "Thinking about the Hollow?"

Kelvin nodded with his jaw tightened. "That cloaked figure... they were not just watched. They challenged us, Lyra. The Veil is playing a bigger game."

She leaned forward and winced slightly as her arm shifted. "The journals mentioned agents, tamers who turned to agents. If they are out there, we need to be ready."

Darius sprawled on the cot across from them, his broad frame reduced the flimsy mattress, his face was bruised but his hazel eyes glinted with defiance.

Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, lay sprawled on the floor, his massive paws left a faint scratches on the stone, his iron plates clinked with each breath.

Darius tossed a soulstone into the air and caught it with a weary grin. "Let them try," he said, his voice was rough but steady. "We have smashed three rifts now. They are gonna regret messing with the Crest."

Kelvin managed a faint smile, Darius’s bravado was a spark against the darkness in his mind. "You are not wrong," he said, though the cloaked figure’s glowed runes which haunted him. "But we can’t get cocky. The Veil is learning."

The infirmary door was opened and it revealed Master Torin, his silver robes were shimmering in the lantern light. His stormhawk, Veyra, perched on his shoulder, its crackling feathers casted sparks that fizzled in the air.

The elder tamer’s blue eyes were grave, but a faint pride softened his stern features. "You have done well in the Hollow," he said, setting a tray of steaming broth and bread on a low table.

"Your injuries will heal, but the Veil waits for no one. The Council has a new mission, which was a rank-elevation trial." Kelvin’s pulse quickened, his breath was catching. "Rank-elevation? To Adept?"

Torin nodded, his voice resonant. "You have proven yourselves against rifts, but Adept rank requires mastery, skill, unity, and resolve.

A volatile rift has opened in the Shattered Peaks, a mountain range three days north. It is spawning powerful rogue beasts, threatening the trade routes and villages beyond. Seal it, and you will earn your rank."

Lyra’s eyes narrowed, her voice was probing. "What makes this rift different from others?"

Torin gestured to a rune-projected image that flickered into the air, which was a jagged tear in a rocky peak that usually pulse with violet light that is surrounded by rogue beasts with glowing eyes and twisted forms.

"It is unstable and it leaks dark energy that is corrupting the soulstream. The Peaks are treacherous, jagged cliffs, storms, and caves that shift with the rift’s pulse.

The monitoring system will track you, but it is struggling to stabilize the signal. You will need to rely on each other."

Darius cracked his knuckles, a grin was spread across his face, though his bruises betrayed his fatigue. "A promotion and a fight? Count me in."

They were dismissed to recover and prepare, the weight of the mission settled over them like a storm cloud. Over the next two days, they rested in the infirmary, their bodies healing under the care of the Sanctum’s healers.

Kelvin spent hours meditating with Xerion and deepening their bond, the End-Tyrant’s scales was warm against his side as he visualized their sync ratio climbing higher.

Lyra studied her journal and sketched a new shadow runes to counter the rift’s energy, her bond with Salaris was sharpened with each practice.

Darius trained lightly with Rhoam, tossing soulstones to hone his aim, the panther’s iron plates gleaming as they worked in tandem.

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