Chapter 88: The Raging Peaks 5
The Shattered Peaks were like silent sentinels and their jagged spires were shrouded in a dense fog that clung to the air like a living thing.
Kelvin led the Tide’s Crest through a narrow gorge, his boots slipped on slick shale, each step was a battle against the uneven terrain.
Kelvin gripped his spare tightly in his hand which was pulsed with fire runes, their faint glow cutting through the mist’s oppressive gray.
The cloaked figure’s challenge and Zack’s cryptic taunts gnawed at him, sowing seeds of doubt that twisted like thorns in his chest.
Xerion, the End-Tyrant, slithered beside him, his massive serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales that shimmered faintly in the fog.
The ancient beast, a Level 8 Legendary whose legend traced back to the Great Rift War, moved with a predatory grace, his twenty-foot length weaving effortlessly over the rocky path.
His amber eyes was deep and ageless, pierced the mist, a low hiss vibrating the air as if sensing the unseen threats lurking beyond.
Their bond, now at an 82% sync ratio after days of intense training, was a blazing anchor, Xerion’s warmth a shield against the cold dread that seeped into Kelvin’s bones.
Lyra walked to his left, her silver braid damp with mist, her shadow-etched gauntlet glowed with runes that pulsed in rhythm with her steady breaths. Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, flickered at her side with her iridescent feathers blending seamlessly with the fog, her talons silent but deadly.
Lyra’s green eyes, sharp but shadowed by pain, scanned the cliffs above, her bandaged leg slowing her pace but not her resolve. "This fog’s was unnatural," she said with her voice low, barely carrying over the wind’s mournful howl. "It’s thick with Veil energy. We’re close to the rift."
Kelvin nodded with his jaw tightened. "I feel it too. Like the air is alive, watching us."