Chapter 97: Unmasking The Rogue Tamer 1
The trio were summoned into the Sanctum’s Council Chamber which was filled with tension, its stone walls were glowing with runes that pulsed like heartbeats, casting a golden sheen across the polished oak table.
Kelvin stood firm, his chest were still tender from the Shattered Peaks’ battles and his staff was gripped tightly in his hand.
The fire runes was etched into its wood which flickered faintly and their glow was dimmed by the weight of exhaustion.
The flame-carved pendant around his neck which swung heavily was a reminder of their victories at Shadowfen, Crags, Wastes, Hollow, and the Peaks’ brutal trials but the cloaked figure’s sighting last night, their runes flashing briefly in the moonlight, gnawed at him.
Zack’s taunts before the Peaks mission—"You will fail, just like a breeze," echoed in his mind, fueling suspicion that the bully was the rogue tamer from their last battle, the one who had wielded a corrupted wyrm and vanished into the storm.
Xerion, the End-Tyrant, coiled at his side with his twenty-foot serpentine form which was a cascade of crimson and gold scales that shimmered in the chamber’s light.
The ancient Level 8 Legendary, a relic of the Great Rift War, exuded a predatory calm, his amber eyes scanning the room, a low hiss vibrating the air.
Their 82% sync ratio burned like a furnace in Kelvin’s chest, a lifeline against the dread that clawed at him. He rested a hand on Xerion’s scales with their heat grounding him as Master Torin’s voice cut through the silence.
"The Verdant Hollow," Torin said, as he leaned forward, his stormhawk Veyra perched on his shoulder and its crackling feathers were sparking.