The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 85: The Raging Peaks 2

They were dismissed to recover and prepare, the weight of the mission settled over them like a storm cloud.

Over the next two days, they rested in the infirmary, their bodies healing under the care of the Sanctum’s healers.

Kelvin spent hours meditating with Xerion and deepening their bond, the End-Tyrant’s scales was warm against his side as he visualized their sync ratio climbing higher.

Lyra studied her journal and sketched a new shadow runes to counter the rift’s energy, her bond with Salaris was sharpened with each practice.

Darius trained lightly with Rhoam, tossing soulstones to hone his aim, the panther’s iron plates gleaming as they worked in tandem.

On the third day, they all gathered at the training yard, their injuries were still tender but manageable.

The yard was buzzed with activity, tamers were sparring with their beasts under the midday sun, the air was ringing with the clash of steel and the roar of flames.

Kelvin led a drills session, his staff was blazing as he channeled Xerion’s fire into controlled bursts, testing their coordination.

Lyra wove shadow runes which was binding training dummies in dark tendrils, while Salaris darted between them, her talons was sliced with precision.

Darius fired soulstone blasts with each explosion that cracked the dummies’ wooden hides, while Rhoam charged and his iron bulk was a force of nature.

Mid-drill, a familiar figure approached, Zack, his dark cloak swirling as Vyris coiled around his arm, its obsidian scales were glinting. "Chasing glory again?" he sneered, his voice dripped with venom. "The Peaks will bury you, Crest. You are not ready for what is waiting."

Darius’s jaw clenched, his hand twitched toward a soulstone. "Keep talking, Riven. I will let Rhoam show you what we are ready for." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Kelvin stepped between them, this time his voice was calm but firm. "Save it, Zack. We have got a job to do."

Zack’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a knowing edge. "Oh, you will see. The Peaks don’t play nice." He turned on his heel, Vyris was hissing softly as they retreated into the crowd.

Lyra’s eyes was narrowed down with her fingers tightening around her gauntlet. "He is too smug," she murmured. "He talks like he knows something that we don’t know."

Kelvin nodded, unease was prickling his spine. "We will watch him. For now, we have to focus."

They set out at dawn, the path to the Shattered Peaks was winding north through golden plains that gradually gave way to rugged foothills.

The air grew colder, carrying the sharp tang of stone and ozone, a prelude to the storms that haunted the Peaks. Xerion slithered ahead, his scales scraped softly against the rocky trail and his flames casted a warm glow that pushed back the gathering dusk.

Salaris darted through the shadows, her feathers were blended with the terrain, her talons was silent but deadly. Rhoam brought up the rear, his heavy tread sent a small stones skittering, his iron plates was a stark contrast to the barren landscape.

The Peaks loomed as they ascended, jagged spires pierced a sky roiling with storm clouds. Lightning flickered in the distance which illuminated twisted cliffs and deep chasms, and the air thrummed with dark energy.

The monitoring device in Kelvin’s pack hummed, its runes pulsed with updates: "Rift energy is detected. Proceed with caution."

The message was a reminder of the Sanctum’s watchful eyes, but its intermittent flickering hinted at interference, a sign of the rift’s instability.

By dusk, they reached a narrow pass, and the cliffs closed in like the jaws of a great beast. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and decay, and a low growl echoed from the shadows.

"Heads up!" Kelvin shouted immediately, Xerion was rearing with his flames igniting in a blazing arc.

A pack of rogue beasts, shadow hounds, their fur matted with dark energy and eyes glowed like embers which lunged from the cliffs.

Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames that swept through the pass, incinerating hounds in bursts of ash and light.

Lyra wove shadow runes, binding their limbs, while Salaris struck from the shadows, her talons rending flesh. Darius fired soulstone blasted, each explosion shattered the hounds’ forms, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk crushed them beneath his paws.

The battle was swift but brutal, leaving the trio panting, their beasts battered but standing. Kelvin’s heart raced with fear spiking as he checked for injuries. "Is everyone okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Lyra nodded with her arm trembling slightly. "Just a scratch." Darius grinned, wiping blood from a shallow cut on his cheek. "This is a piece of cake." He said.

They searched the hounds’ remains and found some minor loot: a handful of soul stones, their green glow was dim but potent, and a few shadow runes etched on the bone fragments.

"Split it evenly," Kelvin said, dividing the soulstones among them and giving Lyra the runes for her gauntlet. The act was small but meaningful, a reminder of their unity.

As they camped that night in a shallow cave, the storm’s howls mingled with their restless thoughts, Kelvin sat beside Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s scales was warm against his side.

"You have faced worse, haven’t you?" he murmured, his hand was resting on the serpent’s head. Xerion’s amber eyes gleamed as he released a low hiss, affirming their bond.

Lyra tended to her scratch, with her runes glowing as she sealed it. "The rift is close," she said, her voice was tight. "I can feel it, stronger than the Hollow."

Darius tossed a soulstone into the fire and its green light flared briefly. "Good. We will smash it and be back for breakfast."

Kelvin managed a smile, but the cloaked figure’s challenge echoed in his mind, a shadow that refused to fade. The monitoring device hummed, its message flickering: "Rift pulse is increasing. Stay united."

The words were a lifeline, but the flickering signal was a warning, the Peaks held dangers they couldn’t see yet.

They pressed on at dawn, the path was growing steeper, the air was thicker with dark energy. The Shattered Peaks loomed, their jagged spires was a challenge and a promise.

The Tide’s Crest was battered but unbroken, their resolve was a spark that would light their path through the coming storm.

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