Chapter 116: The Rift Core’s Wrath 3
The altar erupted with a deafening roar, spawning rift monarchs—titanic, multi-limbed beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and armored shells, their forms pulsing with Veil energy.
Their roars conjured visions: Veyra’s red eyes, the Sanctum’s fall, Kelvin’s father, Lyra’s sister, Darius’s village. "Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared with his flames igniting in a blazing arc.
He channeled a fire Convergence, a searing fire lance that sliced through a riftmonarch’s core, the beast were dissolved in a burst of ash.
Lyra wove a shadow cage, pinning two riftmonarchs, Salaris’s talons rending their cores in a blur of feathers and claws.
Darius fired a radial soulstone blast and shattered three cores in a blinding explosion of green light, while Rhoam’s charge crushed another, his iron plates deflected a flurry of claws.
Veyra’s stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin’s leg, tearing through his armor and drew fresh blood.
He cursed under his breath, channeling a second Convergence, Xerion’s flames that roared into a fiery vortex that seared the stormhawk’s wings, forcing it to retreat.
Lyra’s shadow cage snapped shut, pinning the stormhawk’s wings, and Salaris’s talons rendered its core, the beast collapsed in a burst of red light that lit the platform.
Darius’s soulstone blast struck Torin’s arm and his runes faltered as blood streamed down his sleeve, his face was contorted with rage.
"Now!" Kelvin shouted, charging the altar, Xerion’s flames engulfed the stones in a roaring inferno.
The rift collapsed in a blinding surge of violet light that shook the platform, the rift monarchs dissolved into ash and their roars faded into silence.
Veyra staggered, her stormhawk formed a flickering, her runes were dimming as the altar crumbled. Torin’s runes faltered, his arm was bleeding, but he stood defiant.