Chapter 86: The Raging Peaks 3
Into the Jaws of the Peaks, the Shattered Peaks rose like the jagged teeth of some ancient beast that have never been seen in recent times, their spires was piercing the sky that is churned with storm clouds and the air was heavy with the scent of ozone and stone.
Kelvin led the Tide’s Crest through a narrow pathway, his boots were crunching on loosed shells that were scattered everywhere, each step they took was a careful dance to avoid the thin drops that was covering their path.
His staff was held tightly in his hand which was pulsed with fire runes and its warmth was a faint shield against the biting wind that was flooding the whole place.
The flame carved pendant that was around his neck swung with his movements.
It was a reminder of their victories in the Shadow Fen Marshes, Iron Crags, Ember fall Wastes, and Abyssal Hollow, each triumph was a stepping stone to this moment, yet they were over shadowed by the Veil’s relentless shadow that was troubling them at the moment.
The cloaked figure’s challenge kept lingering in his mind, which was a cold weight that tightened his chest with every might and it has been a great concern.
Xerion, the End-Tyrant, was moving beside him, his massive serpentine form was a cascade of crimson and gold scales that shimmered like molten metal in the dim light of the peak.
The ancient beast, a Level 8 Legendary beast whose legend stretched back to the Great Rift War, moved with a grace that belied his twenty-foot length, his amber eyes scanned the cliffs with ageless wisdom.
His breath, was a low hiss that vibrated the air, and it carried the promise of flames that could melt stone, yet his presence was a steady warmth, their 80% sync ratio was a blazing anchor in Kelvin’s heart.