Chapter 37: The Call To Order
Kelvin, Darius and their beasts sprawled in the aftermath of their latest triumph.
The relics from the Proving Grounds, the Apex Stalker’s fang, the mirror shard, and the runic orb that rested on a table, their faint pulses releases a reminder of the trio’s ascent toward the Inner Sanctum.
Xerion, the End-Tyrant, curled in a corner with his obsidian scales shining, while Rhoam, Darius’s thick-armored panther, sprawled near the door, his iron-like plates clinking softly.
Lyra, however, was conspicuously out of place, her hair splayed across a makeshift bed of blankets on the floor, Avian Salaris perched nearby where Lyra is.
Kelvin sat against the wall with his gauntlet warmed up against his wrist, tracing Xerion’s sigil as he reviewed the notes from Master Sylva’s seminar.
Darius lounged on his cot and tossed a soulstone idly, while Lyra, despite the late hour, read through a scroll on shadow runes, her amulet, was glowing faintly.
For days, Lyra had been missing in her dorm, the trio’s bond forged through battles and late-night study sessions making the arrangement feel natural. But the Sanctum’s rules were strict, and the oversight had not gone unnoticed.
A sharp knock on the door caused them to stand up. Rhoam growled while his plates shifted and Salaris’s talons clicked as she snapped awake.
Kelvin stood, exchanging a glance with Lyra, who frowned, sensing trouble. Darius caught his soulstone as inquired, "Who is knocking at this hour?"
Darius stood up and opened the door which revealed Master Veyne face and her serpentine beast that coiled around her arm, its scales reflected colors in the dim light. Her eyes were sharp as a blade, fixed on Lyra.
"Miss Lyra," she said with her voice cold but sharp, "you are aware that female students are not permitted in the male dormitories after curfew, right?"