Chapter 125: Looming Mission 2
Kelvin’s scars tingled, but his movements were slow and his bond with Xerion was a steady pulse that kept him grounded.
Salaris outmaneuvered a griffon, its wings were broad but slow compared to her darting speed, Lyra’s shadow runes binding its talons in a coiling net and the raptor’s screeches echoed as she struck, while her talons were rendere in the air, earning gasps from the onlookers.
Lyra’s thigh scar ached her faintly but her focus was sharp, while her bond with Salaris was unyielding.
Rhoam overpowered a bear-beast, its bulk was formidable but no match for the panther’s iron-plated charge, Darius’s soulstone blasts shattered its defenses, while the crowd erupted as the bear retreated and its tamer bowed in defeat.
Darius’s shoulder scar tingled, but his grin was sharp and his bond with Rhoam was a rock against Ironholt’s ghosts.
The spars tested their recovery, pushed their limits without and injury, their victories earned respect for them and their beasts’ honor runes gleamed with pride, which was a testament to their triumph in the Rift.
Social interactions were deepened as the trio’s bonded with their classmates in the Sanctum’s common rooms, where rune-lit hearths cast a warm glow over tables strewn with rune tablets and beast-taming scrolls.
Kelvin recounted the Primordial Rift’s altar, when Xerion’s flames pierced the Sovereign’s core, his voice was steady but thick with emotion as students listened, their eyes were wide with awe, some people were scribbling notes, while others were asking questions about his fire lance technique.
He shared stories of the Shattered Peaks, the Verdant Hollow, and the Abyss Core, each tale was a thread in the tapestry of their victory, his scars were a map of their journey.
Lyra spoke of Salaris’s talon strikes, her shadow cages were pinning riftprimals under Veyra’s gaze, her green eyes were fierce but softened by camaraderie and her sister’s memory was eased by the laughter and shared stories.