Chapter 120: The Healing Process....
Lyra lay on the cot beside Kelvin, her arm, side, and thigh wounds bleed through her bandages, the blood darkening the fabric as she clenched her fist, her shadow-etched gauntlet flickering with Peaks’ dark runes, gloomstalker spores, labyrinth vine essence, griffon feathers, Fenheart obelisk runes, riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales.
The pain etched deep lines into her pale face, her eyes were burning with determination despite the agony that made her breath hitch, each inhale was a sharp gasp that betrayed her struggle.
Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a rune-etched stand that is nearby, her iridescent feathers were dulled by blood and scars, her flank wound oozing as she shifted, her talons gleamed with rift monarch essence, their edges are sharp despite the battle’s toll.
The raptor’s vigilant gaze locked onto Lyra, her bond was a lifeline that steadied her tamer’s trembling form, though the visions of her sister’s ghost, conjured by Veyra’s cruel psychic assaults, lingered in her dreams, clawing at her resolve with accusations of failure.
Darius slumped onto his cot, his chest, shoulder, and leg wounds bleeding heavily, the blood pooling beneath him as his concussion blurred his vision, the world doubling and spinning in a disorienting haze.
His soulstone, glowing with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, lay clutched in his shaking hand, its light faint but steady, a beacon against the pain.
His eyes gleamed with stubborn determination, though pain etched his face, his jaw clenched against the relentless headaches that pounded in his skull.
Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, sprawled beside the cot, his massive plates clinked, cracked and scarred from the Primordial Rift’s battles, blood seeping between them and staining the stone floor.
The panther’s low growl was a quiet promise of protection, his bond with Darius anchoring him through the haze of pain and disorientation, a steady force that kept him fighting to stay conscious.
Healers swarmed the trio, their robes glowing with Sanctum runes, their hands steady but urgent as they applied beast-bonded that infused with riftprimal scales, psychic cores, and Sanctum herbs that gathered from the Verdant Hollow’s sacred groves.