Chapter 80: The Outburst of The Veil 2
Kelvin’s pulse quickened, his hand tightening on his staff. The Iron Crags, a jagged, storm-swept range of peaks and chasms.were notorious in Sanctum lore, a place where even seasoned tamers tread lightly.
"What kind of aberrations?" he asked, his voice was steady despite the unease coiling in his gut.
Torin gestured to a rune-projected image that flickered into the air which was a grotesque creature with multiple limbs, its body was a twisted amalgamation of beast and nightmare and its eyes glowed with malevolent hunger, its maw dripped with black ichor.
"Hybrids," Torin said. "They are attacking trade routes and threatening the northern villages. You will go, investigate, and close the rift. The Sanctum’s monitoring system will track you, but extraction is not guaranteed."
Lyra stepped forward, her voice was calm but probing. "Is there an anchor-like in the grove?"
Torin nodded, his expression was grim as he said. "Likely, but the Crags are treacherous unstable cliffs, storms laced with dark energy, and terrain that shifts underfoot. Be cautious."
Darius cracked his knuckles, a grin spread across his face, though his eyes was a betrayed flicker of nerves. "This sounds like our kind of fun. Let’s do this."
They were dismissed to prepare, the weight of the mission that settled over them like a storm cloud. Back in the courtyard, they gathered their gear.
Kelvin checked his staff, its fire runes pulsed with energy, while Xerion coiled around him, his scales glinted like a molten metal, his amber eyes scanned the horizon.