The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 88: The Raging Peaks 5

The Shattered Peaks were like silent sentinels and their jagged spires were shrouded in a dense fog that clung to the air like a living thing.

Kelvin led the Tide’s Crest through a narrow gorge, his boots slipped on slick shale, each step was a battle against the uneven terrain.

Kelvin gripped his spare tightly in his hand which was pulsed with fire runes, their faint glow cutting through the mist’s oppressive gray.

The cloaked figure’s challenge and Zack’s cryptic taunts gnawed at him, sowing seeds of doubt that twisted like thorns in his chest.

Xerion, the End-Tyrant, slithered beside him, his massive serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales that shimmered faintly in the fog.

The ancient beast, a Level 8 Legendary whose legend traced back to the Great Rift War, moved with a predatory grace, his twenty-foot length weaving effortlessly over the rocky path.

His amber eyes was deep and ageless, pierced the mist, a low hiss vibrating the air as if sensing the unseen threats lurking beyond.

Their bond, now at an 82% sync ratio after days of intense training, was a blazing anchor, Xerion’s warmth a shield against the cold dread that seeped into Kelvin’s bones.

Lyra walked to his left, her silver braid damp with mist, her shadow-etched gauntlet glowed with runes that pulsed in rhythm with her steady breaths. Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, flickered at her side with her iridescent feathers blending seamlessly with the fog, her talons silent but deadly.

Lyra’s green eyes, sharp but shadowed by pain, scanned the cliffs above, her bandaged leg slowing her pace but not her resolve. "This fog’s was unnatural," she said with her voice low, barely carrying over the wind’s mournful howl. "It’s thick with Veil energy. We’re close to the rift."

Kelvin nodded with his jaw tightened. "I feel it too. Like the air is alive, watching us."

Darius trudged on his right, his broad frame hunched against the wind, his hazel eyes narrowed against the fog’s sting. Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, lumbered behind, his massive paws sinking into the soft earth, his iron plates clinking like a distant bell.

Darius tossed a soulstone into the air, catching it with a forced grin, the green glow casting eerie shadows across his bruised face. "Great. A creepy fog to match our creepy mission," he said, his voice rough but defiant. "Any bets on what jumps us next?"

Kelvin managed a faint smile, Darius’s humor was a spark against the oppressive gloom. "No bets, but we will stay ready. The hounds were just the start."

The monitoring device in Kelvin’s pack hummed, its runes flickered with a new message: "Rift energy unstable. Fog amplifying interference. Maintain formation."

The Sanctum’s watchful eyes were a lifeline, but the device’s erratic pulses hinted at the rift’s chaotic influence, a reminder that they were venturing deeper into the Veil’s domain.

They had been climbing for hours, the gorge twisted and narrowed, the fog growing thicker until it swallowed the cliffs above.

Flashbacks of their training in the Sanctum’s yard filled Kelvin’s mind—grueling sessions after the Hollow, where they had pushed their limits to prepare for this trial.

He had meditated with Xerion and their bond deepened as he visualized their sync ratio keep climbing, the End-Tyrant’s flames burned brighter with each drill.

Lyra had crafted advanced shadow runes, her gauntlet now capable of weaving bindings that could hold even the strongest rogue beasts. Darius had honed his soulstone blasts, his aim deadly precise, Rhoam’s charges syncing seamlessly with his commands.

"Remember the cave drills?" Lyra said, her voice was steady despite the pain in her leg. "We synchronized perfectly and we can handle this."

Kelvin nodded, drawing strength from her words. "We have got this. Together." The gorge opened into a cavernous hollow, its walls was slick with moisture, stalactites pulsing with faint violet light.

The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and decay, the pulse of dark energy stronger now, like a heartbeat echoing from the Peaks’ core.

They paused to rest with their beasts settling nearby Xerion coiled into a protective ring, his flames casting a warm glow; Salaris perching on a stalactite, her feathers blending with the shadows; Rhoam sprawling across the ground, his iron plates gleaming in the dim light.

Kelvin pulled out the monitoring device, its holographic display flickered to life, showing their silhouettes alongside Xerion’s serpentine form, Salaris’s sleek outline, and Rhoam’s hulking shape.

A new message scrolled across: "Rogue beast activity increasing. Prepare for ambush." His heart sank, the warning a cold confirmation of the danger lurking in the fog.

Before he could speak, a bone-rattling roar echoed from the cavern’s depths, followed by the thunder of heavy wings. "Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion rearing, his flames igniting in a blazing arc that lit the hollow.

A rogue wyrm burst from the fog, which was a massive creature, its scales blackened with dark energy, its wings tattered but powerful, its eyes glowing like twin moons.

Its maw dripped with ichor, and its tail lashed, sending stalactites crashing to the ground. Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames sweeping through the cavern, searing the wyrm’s flank in a burst of light.

Lyra wove shadow runes, her gauntlet glowing as tendrils lashed out to bind the wyrm’s wings, pinning them briefly. Salaris struck from the shadows, her talons rending the creature’s scales.

Darius fired soulstone blasts, each explosion cracking the wyrm’s hide, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk slamming into its side with a resounding crash.

But the wyrm was relentless, its dark energy amplifying its strength, its roars shaking the cavern. It broke free of Lyra’s runes, its tail lashing out and catching her in the chest, sending her crashing against a stalactite.

She cried out, blood seeping through her armor, her gauntlet flickering as she struggled to rise.

Kelvin’s heart lurched, fear spiking through him, the Veil’s whispers roaring in his mind, She will die. You will fail them all. But he pushed them back, shouting, "Lyra, hold on!"

"I am okay!" she gasped, her voice strained as she wove a new rune, binding the wyrm’s tail. Her face was pale, pain etching deep lines, but her eyes burned with defiance.

Darius took a hit, the wyrm’s claws grazed his shoulder, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. He cursed, firing a soulstone blast that sent the creature reeling, Rhoam’s charge keeping it at bay.

"It’s too strong!" he shouted, his voice cracking, his bravado crumbling under the weight of the assault.

Kelvin’s mind raced, doubt clawing at him. The wyrm’s power was overwhelming, its dark energy a suffocating weight, and Lyra’s injury was a stark reminder of their fragility.

For a moment, he faltered, the whispers growing louder—You are not enough. You will lose everything. But Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, a blazing lifeline that steadied him.

"We focus on its core!" he shouted, spotting a glowing crystal embedded in the wyrm’s chest, pulsing with dark energy.

Kelvin channeled a massive Convergence, Xerion’s flames roaring into a fiery vortex that engulfed the wyrm’s core, scorching the air. Lyra’s runes bound its limbs, her gauntlet trembling with effort as she pushed through the pain.

Salaris’s talons raked the crystal, weakening its glow. Darius aimed a soulstone blast, the green light flaring as it struck the core, Rhoam’s charge shattering it in a burst of ash and light.

The wyrm let out a final, ear-splitting roar, its form dissolving into a cloud of dark energy, the cavern falling silent.

The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged and their beasts were battered but alive. Lyra leaned on Salaris, blood staining her armor, her face pale but defiant.

Darius clutched his shoulder, his grin weak but returning. Kelvin’s hands trembled, his body aching, but pride swelled in his chest, a spark of resolve reigniting.

They searched the wyrm’s remains, finding loot: a clutch of wyrm scales, their surfaces shimmering with dark energy, and a handful of energy crystals, their violet glow potent with soulstream power.

"Lyra, you take the crystals," Kelvin said, dividing the scales among them for their armor. "They’ll boost your runes." The act was a small gesture of unity, a reminder that they were stronger together.

The monitoring device hummed, its message flickering: "Rift pulse stabilizing. Hidden path detected north.

Proceed with caution." The words were a lifeline, but the flickering signal was a warning—the Peaks held greater dangers still.

They camped that night in the cavern, the fog seeping in like a living thing. Kelvin lit a fire with Xerion’s breath, the End-Tyrant’s flames casting a warm glow that pushed back the darkness.

Lyra tended to her chest wound, her runes sealing it, though pain lingered in her eyes. Darius bandaged his shoulder, his humor subdued as he fed Rhoam a chunk of dried meat, the panther’s iron plates clinking softly.

"That wyrm... it got in my head," Darius admitted, his voice quiet, a rare vulnerability breaking through. "Made me see my village, gone. Everyone I cared about."

Lyra’s expression softened, her hand pausing on her bandage. "I saw my sister, trapped in shadows. It’s the Veil, trying to break us."

Kelvin nodded, his hand resting on Xerion’s scales. "It showed me the Sanctum falling, all of us... gone. But we’re stronger than that. We have to be."

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