Chapter 84: The Raging Peaks 1
The Sanctum’s gates loomed by midday, a welcome sight after the Hollow’s desolation. They reported to Torin, detailing the fracture, the shard, and the cloaked figure’s challenge.
His expression grew graver with each word, his stormhawk screeched softly. "You have done well," he said. "But the Veil’s agents are a threat we can’t ignore. Train, watch, and trust your bonds."
They returned to their dormitories, exhaustion weighed their steps, but a spark of defiance burned within. The Veil loomed, its shadows are creeping closer, but the Tide’s Crest stood firm, their unity was a flame that would burn through any darkness.
As Kelvin sank onto his bed, Xerion coiled beside him, he felt ready for the battles ahead, their resolve was an ember that would ignite the future.
The Sanctum’s infirmary was a quiet place of refuge, its air were thick with the scent of antiseptic herbs and the faint hum of healing runes etched into the walls as the trio’s were rushed into the place next morning.
Earlier when they came back, they seemed very much ok but late at night the weight of their journey came disturbing.
Kelvin lay on a narrow cot with his chest bandaged tightly, each breath was a sharp reminder of the Abyssal Hollow’s brutal battle.
The scars on his arm from the Shadowfen Marshes were faint now, but the fresh bruises from rogue beasts ached beneath the bandages, a testament to their hard-won victory over the Veil’s fracture.
His staff rested against the wall, its fire runes were dim but it pulsed faintly which mirrored his heartbeat. The flame carved a pendant around his neck which felt heavier, a symbol of their triumphs and the growing weight of their responsibility.