Chapter 77: Great Disturbance
After the night rest, in the morning Kelvin sat on the edge of his bed, the leather-bound journal from Master Kaelus was open on his laps.
The words within the tales of tamers who had faced the Veil, swam before his tired eyes, each line was a warning and a promise.
"The Veil is a tear, a hunger. It thrives on fear and grows with every loss." The phrase was quoted by Lyra just weeks ago which lingered like a shadow in Kelvin’s mind, it weighd heavier now in the quiet of morning.
Kelvin traced the pendant around his neck, the flame-carved rune was warm against his skin which was a reminder of their triumph in the Shadowfen Marshes.
His left arm which has been freed from bandages, bore faint scars from the zombie’s claw, a silent testament to their hard-won victory.
Xerion the end tyrant sprawled across the floor, his fiery scale flickering softly with a low rumble vibrating through the room as he sensed his tamer’s unease.
Lyra, when she was done went to the male dormitory. She stepped into Kelvin’s room and meet him studying."You are up early," she said with her voice carrying a hint of concern. "Couldn’t sleep?"
Kelvin closed the journal, setting it on the bed. "Too many thoughts," he admitted, his voice was rough from disuse. "The Veil rift... Kaelus and Veyne keep saying it’s not over. I can’t shake the feeling that we are missing something."
Lyra nodded, settling onto a wooden chair near the window. Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, flickered into view, perching on the sill with a rustle of iridescent feathers. "I felt it too, during the patrol.
Those flickers in the wards—they are not random. Something is stirring." Before Kelvin could respond, Darius came in through the door with his broad frame filling the space.
His hazel eyes sparkled with their usual mischief, though the scratches on his face from the marshes were still faintly visible.