Chapter 121: Deep Wound.....
Kelvin struggled to move his arm, the stitches were pulling with every attempt, Veyra’s visions crept into his quiet moments, though Xerion’s coiling form beside him kept the nightmares at bay, the serpent’s warmth was a constant reminder of their shared strength.
He lay awake at night, staring at the codex, its runes were dim but heavy with meaning, his fingers traced Mealin’s amulet, its drake essence was a faint pulse of hope.
Lyra’s thigh wound limited her mobility, forcing her to lean on the cot’s edge to sit up, her sister’s ghost lingered in her dreams, but Salaris’s vigilant perch steadied her, the raptor’s talons was gleaming as a reminder of their shared determination, her gauntlet flickering with each painful movement.
Darius’s concussion caused relentless headaches, his vision blurring with every shift, the flames of his village haunting him, but Rhoam’s silent guard, his plates clinking softly, anchored him through the pain, his soulstone glowing faintly as he tossed it in his trembling hand.
The healers monitored their progress with meticulous care, adjusting salves and rune-threads, their voices were calm but firm, urging rest and patience, their hands were steady as they checked stitches and applied fresh bandages.
The trio found solace in sharing stories of their battles, their voices were low but growing stronger as they recounted their journey through the Veil’s domains.
Kelvin spoke of Xerion’s fiery vortex in the Primordial Rift, the serpent’s flames pierced the altar’s core with a precision that had turned the tide, his pride in their bond were shining through despite the pain in his chest.
He described the moment they faced the Sovereign, its red eyes blazing, and how Xerion’s warmth had grounded him, his voice was hoarse but steady as he recounted their unity.
Lyra recalled Salaris’s talon strikes, the raptor’s precision that saved her from the riftprimals’ relentless assault, her voice was thick with gratitude as she stroked her beast’s feathers, her side wound ached but her spirit was lifted by the memory.
She spoke of weaving shadow cages that were under Veyra’s visions, her gauntlet flared despite her wounds, Salaris’s screeches was a lifeline through the chaos.
Darius described Rhoam’s charges, the panther’s iron bulk crushed titans and riftprimals, his grin was weak but genuine as he tossed his soulstone, the gem caught the infirmary’s golden light, his headaches eased as he recounted Rhoam’s unyielding strength.
Their laughter, though filled with pained, was a step towards healing, their tears was a release of the trauma that had scarred them as deeply as their wounds, each story was a thread weaving their unity tighter.
The beasts listened intently, Xerion’s hiss was soft, Salaris’s screech was quiet, Rhoam’s growl low and their bonds were deepened with every shared memory, their scars was a shared testament to their survival.