The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer

Kelvin headed off to Dusthaven limping, with his spear serving as a supporter, as he moved Mara’s words kept a steady rhythm in his mind; follow the pipeline, avoid the craters, stay low while going and trust no one. This rules are simple but they are brutal rules for surviving a world that no longer know mercy. His thigh burned in pain with every step, this was a reminder of the Riftspawn swarms with acidic bite.

The cloth bindings that is tied around the wound had been soaked through with blood and pus, this seems more like infection looms around but Kelvin was determined so he pressed forward

Kelvin’s fingers clenched tighter around his spear, the once-polished shaft is now pitted with scratches and grime. The Sigil of the Overlord pulsed like a heart of molten iron beneath his torn sleeve, a ceaseless and increased beat like that of alien heat.

He didn’t need to touch it to feel its presence anymore. It was a second pulse in his veins, a parasite because he feels more like he is been burdened with it, a curse but indeed a power that every man seeks but not Kelvin.

Xerion’s voice rumbled like a storm that is caught in his skull."Unleash me, Heir and let the world burn. These world are yours to command."

Kelvin pressed his hand against his temple as his breath ragged rapidly. "Shut up," Kelvin muttered under his breath. "I am not your heir. I’m just trying to live," He said.

"You call this living?" Xerion mocked. "You crawl through dust and filth while your enemies grow bold while power begs to be wielded."

Kelvin shook his head violently, trying to shove the voice of Xerion down. Mara’s warning echoed in his thoughts like a ghost’s whisper: Tame or be torn apart. He wasn’t ready and he can’t be.

The rusted pipeline snaked through the ash dunes like a dead serpent that its belly is half-buried in sand, pitted with holes where time and storms had eaten through. Kelvin tipped behind it, panting and scanning the horizon.

Dusthaven won’t take more than a day to get to if he kept moving but the distance had a way of stretching the time, they squeezed hours into eternities and turned minutes into death traps, Kelvin thought to himself.