The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 92: The Panthers Rift 3

Its massive limbs shook the ground, and its roar sent rocks tumbling from the cliffs above. Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames sweeping through the ravine, searing the behemoth’s hide in a burst of light.

Lyra wove shadow runes, her gauntlet flickered as tendrils lashed out to bind its legs, slowing its charge. Salaris struck from the shadows, her talons rending its scales.

Darius fired soulstone blasts, each explosion cracked its hide, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk slammed into its side with a resounding crash.

But the behemoth was relentless, its dark energy amplified its strength and its horns tore through the air. It broke free of Lyra’s runes and its massive paw swiped at her and sent her crashing into the cliff wall.

She cried out, blood gushing from her wounds, her gauntlet flickered as she struggled to rise. Kelvin’s heart lurched and fear spiked through him and the Veil’s whispers roared. But he shouted, "Lyra, hold on!"

"I am trying!" she gasped, her voice was barely audible as she forced a rune into place, binding the behemoth’s legs. Her face was ashen with blood soaking her armor and her eyes dimming with pain.

Darius took a hit, the behemoth’s horn grazed his chest, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. He cursed, firing a soulstone blast that sent the creature reeling, Rhoam’s charge kept it at bay.

"It’s gonna kill us!" he shouted, his voice cracked and his strength got shattered by pain and fear.

Kelvin’s mind raced with despair clawing at him. The behemoth’s power was overwhelming, its dark energy was a suffocating weight, and Lyra’s collapse was a knife in his heart.

The monitoring device lay silent, its signal was dead, leaving them utterly alone. The whispers grew louder and said. You are weak. You will lose them all and for a moment, he faltered, his grip was on his staff loosening, the weight of leadership crushing him.

He saw the Sanctum falling, his friends’ lifeless forms, the Veil’s shadows consumed everything. "I can’t do this," Kelvin whispered, his voice broke, tears mixing with the rain. "I am not strong enough." he said.

Lyra’s hand reached for his, her grip was weak but firm. "You don’t have to be," she said with her voice trembling but resolute. "We are enough together."

Darius staggered to his feet, his face was pale this time but defiant. "She is right. We are the Crest and we don’t quit."

Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, a blazing lifeline that steadied Kelvin. The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes were locked onto his with a low hiss vibrating the air, as if urging him to fight.

"We will have to focus on its core!" Kelvin shouted, spotting a glowing crystal embedded in the behemoth’s chest, pulsing with dark energy.

Kelvin channeled a massive Convergence, Xerion’s flames which roared into a fiery vortex that engulfed the core, scorching the air.

Lyra pushed through her pain, her runes binded its limbs and her gauntlet trembled with effort. Salaris’s talons raked the crystal, weakening its glow.

Darius aimed a soulstone blast with the green light flaring as it struck the core, Rhoam’s charge shattered it in a burst of ash and light.

The behemoth let out a final, earth-shaking roar, its form dissolving into a cloud of dark energy, the ravine became silent.

Silence fell, which was heavy and absolute, the ravine was littered with debris and ash. The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged, their beasts battered but alive.

Lyra leaned on Salaris with blood soaking her armor, her face became pale but defiant. Darius clutched his chest, his grin was gone, his eyes haunted.

Kelvin’s hands trembled, his body ached, but pride swelled in his chest, a spark of defiance reignited. "We are still here," he said, with his voice hoarse as the whispers faded.

Lyra nodded, her eyes was fierce despite the pain. "Together we were able to overcome." She said. Darius leaned on Rhoam, with a quite voice, he said. "We were barely overpowered."

They searched the behemoth’s remains and found some loot: a handful of behemoth claws, their surfaces were pulsing with soulstream energy, and a cluster of soulstream gems, their violet glow potent with power.

"Split it equally," Kelvin said, dividing the claws among them for their gear and giving Darius the gems to enhance his soulstone blasts. The act was a small gesture of unity, a reminder that they had survived their breaking point together.

The monitoring device flickered back to life, its message weak but clear: "Rogue activity neutralized. Return to Sanctum. Report unknown energy."

The words were a lifeline, but the mention of unknown energy was a warning—the cloaked figure’s presence lingered, a shadow that refused to fade.

They camped that night in a shallow alcove, the storm’s rain pounding outside. Kelvin lit a fire with Xerion’s breath, the End-Tyrant’s flames casting a warm glow that pushed back the darkness.

Lyra tended to her wounds, her runes sealing the worst of the damage, though pain lingered in her eyes. Darius bandaged his chest, his silence heavy as he fed Rhoam a chunk of dried meat, the panther’s iron plates clinking softly.

"That behemoth... it broke me," Darius admitted, with his voice barely a whisper, his eyes was fixed on the fire. "The Veil is using our fears against us."

Kelvin nodded, with his hand resting on Xerion’s scales. "It showed me the Sanctum falling, all of us gone. At a point I thought I had failed you both. But we are still here, because of each other."

They shared quiet stories to ease the tension, Darius recounted a time that he outran a rogue boar. The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes gleamed, a low hiss affirming their bond, his warmth was a steady anchor against the cold.

As they settled for the night, the monitoring device hummed, its message clear: "Sanctum 1 day south. Report cloaked figure sighting. Unity is your strength."

Kelvin’s heart sank, the figure’s presence was a grim reminder of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter which was a spark that would light their path through the Peaks’ shadows.

The dawn brought a gray, turbulent sky, the Peaks was looming darker now. They pressed on, battered but unbroken, their unity a flame that had carried them through their breaking point.

The Shattered Peaks had tested them to their limits, but the Tide’s Crest was ready for the next challenge, their defiance an ember that would ignite the future.

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