Chapter 122: Standing With Tall Feet
Kelvin’s arm was too weak to lift far, but he nodded gratefully, his voice was hoarse but warm as he thanked the boy, the rune was a small but meaningful addition to his arsenal.
A group of shadow tamers, their robes were glowing with dark runes, gifted Lyra a vial of gloomstalker essence, their eyes were wide with awe at her shadow cage that had pinned riftprimals, and she smiled, her gauntlet flickering as she thanked them, her side wound was aching her but her spirit was lifted by their respect.
Darius received a soulstream gem from a rival tamer, a gruff boy who muttered about Rhoam’s strength in crushing titans, and Darius tossed his soulstone with a pained grin, his concussion was easing but still nagging, his voice was steady as he thanked the boy.
The gifts, though small, were a reminder of the Sanctum’s gratitude, each one strengthened the trio’s resolve, their beasts were reacting with soft hisses, screeches, and growls, their scars were healing alongside their tamers’ wounds.
The trio’s injuries limited their responses, but their resolve shone through, their voices were steady despite the pain that lingered in their bodies.
Kelvin clutched the codex, its runes were dim but heavy with meaning, whispering to Xerion about their next steps, the serpent’s warmth was a constant anchor.
Lyra adjusted her gauntlet, its glow was steadier as her wounds healed, murmuring to Salaris about honoring her sister, the raptor’s talons gleamed in the golden light.
Darius tossed his soulstone, its light was brighter as his headaches faded, joking with Rhoam about crushing their next challenge, the panther’s growl was a promise of strength.
The students’ visits, though exhausting, was a balm to their trauma, their bonds with their beasts deepening with each interaction, the infirmary’s golden light was a beacon of hope in their slow recovery.
One quiet evening, as the infirmary’s runes glowed softly, casting gentle shadows across the chamber, Master Mealin entered, his huge form was a commanding presence despite the warmth in his weathered face, his boots echoed on the stone floor.