Chapter 20: Southern Riftline
After Kelvin finished with Mr. Aelin coming outside, he meet with Instructor Kael standing above stairs with his hands folded behind his back, he is a Stern-eyed and notoriously impossible man to impress, the man was known across the Sanctum for producing the finest tacticians and battle tamers in the last two decades.
His presence was rarely summoned unless something of grave or prodigious importance was away.
"Not bad," Kael said as he descended the stairs. "Your coordination with your beast has improved, though it still lacks discipline."
Kelvin pushed to his feet with his jaw clenched. "We have been training non-stop for a while now. Although it is not perfect, but it is in progress."
Kael’s boots crunched against the charred gravel of the training arena. "Progress is a kind word for surviving a miracle and turning it into habit.
But understand this, boy, Soul Convergence is not a trick you wield for applause. It is a storm you ride. And storms...." his gaze darkened, "are only loyal to the worthy ones."
Xerion’s eyes flickered. He questions your worth.
Kelvin’s clenched his fist in anger, but he didn’t speak out. Instead, his gaze met instructor Kael’s gaze with his hard, unflinching eyes and said. "Then I will earn it."
Kael studied him for a moment longer, then turned his back. "You will join the expedition to the Southern Riftline. A newly awakened nest is stirring. We need a team of elites. Tamers that are capable of countering Rift beasts before they breach into civilian zones."
Kelvin’s heart skipped. "A real mission?"
"A real battlefield," Kael said without turning. "If your Soul Convergence fails you there, you won’t wake up in a recovery chamber. You will be bones in the ash."