The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 89: The Raging Peaks 6

They shared quiet stories to ease the tension, Darius recounting a time he outran a rogue boar as a kid, Lyra speaking of her sister’s dream to become a tamer, Kelvin recalling his father’s tales of Xerion’s ancient battles.

The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes gleamed, a low hiss affirming their bond, his warmth a steady anchor against the cold.

As they settled for the night, the monitoring device hummed, its message clear: "Primary rift 1 mile north. Hidden path opens at dawn. Unity is your strength."

Kelvin’s heart sank, the wyrm’s attack a grim prelude to the rift’s challenge, but their resolve burned brighter, a spark that would light their path through the fog.

The dawn brought a gray, turbulent sky, the Peaks looming darker now. They found the hidden path, which was a narrow ledge revealed by the fading fog, leading deeper into the rift’s heart.

The wyrm had shaken them, nearly broken them, but their unity held firm, a flame that would burn through any darkness. The Shattered Peaks were a crucible, and the Tide’s Crest was ready to face its fire.

They had been climbing for hours, the path grew steeper, the air was thicker with the scent of ozone and decay.

Flashbacks of their training in the Sanctum’s yard was what 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, their bond deepening as he visualized their sync ratio climbing, the End-Tyrant’s flames burning brighter.

Lyra had refined her shadow runes, her gauntlet now weaving bindings that could hold even the strongest rogue beasts. Darius had honed his soulstone blasts, his aim was deadly precise, Rhoam’s charges synchronized seamlessly.

"We are ready," Lyra said, her voice steady despite the pain in her chest. "We ha e trained for this. We can do it." Kelvin nodded, drawing strength from her resolve. "Together."

The path opened into a vast crater, its walls were jagged and pulsing with violet light, the air thrumming with dark energy like a heartbeat.

At its center stood the rift—a massive tear in reality, its edges writhing with shadows, guarded by a towering dark crystal that pulsed with malevolent power.

Elite aberrations prowled around it, hybrids of claw, scale, and bone, their eyes were glowing with unnatural hunger, their forms flickering as if caught between worlds.

"Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared up, his flames were ignited in a blazing arc that lit the crater. The battle erupted in chaos.

Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames sweeping through the crater, incinerating aberrations in bursts of ash and light, their screeches echoing off the walls.

Lyra wove shadow runes with her gauntlet glowing as tendrils lashed out to bind the creatures’ limbs that pinned them in place.

Salaris struck from the shadows, her talons rending flesh in swift, precise strikes. Darius fired soulstone blasts, each explosion shattering the aberrations’ forms, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk crushing them beneath his paws.

But the aberrations were relentless, their dark energy amplified their strength and their movements synchronized like a pack driven by a single mind.

One lunged at Lyra, its claws raked her side, tearing through her armor and deepened her chest wound. She cried out, collapsing to one knee, blood staining the ground.

Kelvin’s heart lurched, fear spiked through him, the Veil’s whispers roaring, She will die. You will fail them all, but he pushed them back, shouting, "Lyra, stay with us!"

"I’m still here!" she gasped, her gauntlet trembling as she wove a new rune, binding the aberration’s limbs. Her face was pale and pain etched deep lines, but her eyes burned with defiance.

Darius took a hit, an aberration’s bone spike that grazed his leg, drawing blood. He cursed, while he fired a soulstone blast that sent the creature reeling, Rhoam’s charge finishing it off.

"They are too strong!" he shouted, his voice was cracking, his bravado was crumbling under the weight of the assault.

Kelvin’s mind raced, doubt clawed at him. The aberrations’ power was overwhelming, their dark energy was a suffocating weight, and Lyra’s collapse was a knife in his heart.

The monitoring device flickered, its signal failing entirely, leaving them isolated. The whispers grew louder, You are not enough.

You will lose everything and for a moment, he faltered, his grip on his staff beame loose and the weight of leadership crushing him.

But Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, a blazing lifeline that steadied him. The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes locked onto his with a low hiss that vibrated the air, as if, it was urging him to fight.

"We focus on the crystal!" Kelvin shouted, spotting the dark crystal’s pulsing core as its runes was glowing like stars. "It is their anchor!"

Kelvin channeled a massive Convergence, Xerion’s flames roared into a fiery vortex that engulfed the crystal, scorching the air.

Lyra pushed through her pain, her runes binded the crystal’s base, her gauntlet trembled with effort. Salaris’s talons raked its surface and weakened its glow.

Darius aimed a soulstone blast, the green light flared as it struck the core, Rhoam’s charge shattered it in a burst of ash and light.

The aberrations let out a collective scream and their forms dissolved into shadows with the rift collapsing in a deafening roar.

Silence fell, which was heavy and absolute, the crater littered with ash and debris. The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged and their beasts were battered but alive.

Lyra leaned on Salaris, with blood soaking her armor, her face was pale but defiant. Darius clutched his leg, his grin was weak but returning.

Kelvin’s hands trembled, his body ached but pride swelled in his chest, a spark of defiance was reignited. "We did it," he said, his voice was low hoarse and the whispers faded.

Darius leaned on Rhoam, his grin steadier now. "Unstoppable, even when it’s hell."

They searched the crater and found some loot: crystal fragments pulsing with faint soulstream energy and rare shadow runes etched on obsidian shards.

"Split it evenly," Kelvin said, dividing the fragments among them for their gear and giving Lyra the runes to enhance her gauntlet. The act was a small gesture of unity, a reminder that they had survived the rift’s heart together.

As they gathered their bearings, a shadow moved on the crater’s rim, a cloaked figure, their silhouette stark against the stormy sky, raising a hand as if in acknowledgment.

Their runes glowed briefly, a dark promise, before they vanished into the mist. Kelvin’s heart sank, the figure’s presence a chilling confirmation of the Veil’s reach.

The monitoring device flickered back to life, its message were weak but clear: "Rift sealed. Return to Sanctum. Unknown energy detected."

The words were a lifeline, but the mention of unknown energy was a warning that the Veil was far from from been defeated.

They began their descent, the Peaks’ terrain treacherous underfoot, the fog that parted to reveal a sliver of sunlight.

Xerion slithered beside Kelvin, his scales warm and reassuring, while Salaris darted ahead, her feathers catching the light. Rhoam brought up the rear, his iron plates clinking steadily, a constant noise in the mist uncertainty.

They camped that night in a shallow alcove where the wind carried whispers of the Peaks’ ancient sorrows. Kelvin lit a fire with Xerion’s breath, the End-Tyrant’s flames that castes a warm glow.

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

"That crystal... it got in my head," Darius admitted, his voice quiet, a rare vulnerability breaking through. "Made me see my village, burning, everyone gone." freeweɓnøvel~com

Lyra’s expression softened, her hand paused on her bandage. "I saw my sister, trapped in shadows, begging for help. 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 are stronger than that. We proved it."

They shared quiet stories as they were resting to ease the tension, Darius recounted a time he outran a rogue boar, Lyra speaking of her sister’s dream to become a tamer.

Kelvin recalled his father’s tales of Xerion’s ancient battles. The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes gleamed, a low hiss affirming their bond, his warmth a steady anchor against the cold.

As they settled for the night, the monitoring device hummed, its message clear: "Sanctum 2 days south. Report cloaked figure sighting. Unity is your strength."

Kelvin’s heart sank, the figure’s presence was a grim reminder of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter, a spark that would light their path through the Peaks’ shadows.

The dawn brought a gray, turbulent sky, the Peaks were looming darker now. They pressed on, battered but unbroken, their unity a flame that would burn through any darkness.

The Shattered Peaks had tested them, nearly broken them, but the Tide’s Crest was ready for the next challenge, their defiance an ember that would ignite the future.

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