Chapter 53: Paragons of Inner Sanctum 1
After the battle, Kelvin was rushed to the school infirmary. The Sanctum School’s infirmary was a quiet contrast to the battlefield where Kelvin had left behind, its stone walls were lined with glowing herbs and runic wards that pulsed with healing energy.
Kelvin lay on a cot with his shoulder bandaged, his ribs were aching him although it was bound, the ravager’s core was resting on a table nearby and its glow was a faint reminder of his victory in Eryndor.
Xerion curled outside the infirmary, his obsidian scales were seen catching the moonlight through the window and his fire was a steady pulse in Kelvin’s soul.
Lyra and Darius sat nearby with their beasts, Salaris perched on a shelf, Rhoam sprawled by the door while keeping a silent vigil.
The relics from the Crucible of Legacy and the ravager’s core glowed softly, symbols of their journey, but the Sanctum’s rhythm pressed on, urging Kelvin to rise despite his wounds.
His new rank-Adept, Rank 3, burned in his chest, a hard-won milestone that eased the ache of his Novice days. His bond with Xerion had grown stronger, his synchronizing ratio is now at 58%, his stability near flawless.
Yet the Inner Sanctum’s gaze was unrelenting, and Kelvin felt the weight of his new title, a call to prove himself anew.
The mission in Eryndor had been a crucible, not just for his rank but for his heart, facing the ravager’s chaos, protecting the villagers, and returning wounded but victorious had changed him which etched a deeper resolve into his soul.
Lyra with her silver hair catching the infirmary’s soft light, looked up from a scroll on soulstream recovery that she was reading with her amulet glowing faintly.