CHAPTER 123: STANDING WITH TALL FEET 2

Darius’s headaches faded, his vision was clear, his soulstone was brighter as he tossed it, Rhoam’s plates gleamed despite their cracks, the panther’s bulk was unyielding.

The beasts were fully recovered, Xerion’s scales were radiant, Salaris’s talons were gleaming, Rhoam’s growl was steady, their bonds with their tamers were stronger than ever, a testament to their shared survival through the Veil’s relentless trials.

The healers declared them fit to leave, their cots were emptied, the infirmary’s runes dimmed as their treatment concluded, the golden light softening as the trio gathered their gear.

The Veil codex, its runes were dim but heavy with meaning, lay in Kelvin’s pack, a reminder of their triumph. Lyra’s gauntlet, is now steady, pulsed with shadow runes, a symbol of her resilience.

Darius’s soulstone, was glowing brightly, which was a beacon of his determination and his grin sharp despite his scars.

The trio discussed the Sanctum’s future, the final tablet’s message....."The Veil is ended. Rebuild the Sanctum"

The message was weighing on their minds, a call to protect what they had fought so hard to save. The monitoring device hummed, its runes flickering with a new message.....

"Vacation missions assigned. Prepare for departure." The words was a quiet warning, a hint of challenges awaiting for them beyond the Sanctum’s walls, their hometowns were calling with trials that would test their newfound strength.

The trio stood, weak but united, their beasts were beside them in the infirmary’s fading golden light. Kelvin clutched Mealin’s amulet, its drake essence was warm against his palm, his voice was steady despite the scars that marked his body.

"We ended the Veil. Whatever that comes next, we will face it together, even if we are apart." Lyra nodded, her gauntlet glowing, Salaris’s screech echoed her resolve and her eyes fierce with purpose.

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was sharp, Rhoam’s growl was a promise of strength that resonated through the chamber.

The infirmary’s runes faded behind them, the chamber was a silent witness to their recovery, their unity was a flame that had burned through the Veil’s shadow, now ready to guide them into the unknown, the Sanctum’s future rested on their scarred but unyielding shoulders.

The Sanctum school thrummed with vibrant energy, its rune-etched halls was a labyrinth of glowing sigils that cast intricate, shifting patterns across polished stone floors, the echoes of student chatter, beast roars, and the clink of rune-forging tools was creating a symphony of life that felt like a rebirth after the shadow of the Veil.

The training grounds sprawled beneath the Sanctum’s towering spires, a vast arena of scorched earth, rune-carved pillars, and glowing targets which was alive with the clash of beast spars, where flames, shadows, and iron collided in dazzling displays of a tamer skill.

The atmosphere was a potent blend of recovery and anticipation, the Sanctum’s community was rallying in the wake of the Veil’s defeat, yet the looming long vacation cast a subtle tension, a quiet reminder of new challenges awaiting beyond the school’s protective runes.

For the Tide’s Crest, Kelvin, Lyra, and Darius, their return to this vibrant world marked a new Chapter and their scars was a badge of honor, their bonds with their beasts was stronger than ever as they stepped from the infirmary’s golden light into the heart of the Sanctum, their Veilbane Medals was shining with pride.

Kelvin walked with a steady gait, his steps were deliberate but confident, the faint scars across his chest, shoulder, arm, and thigh was a jagged map of the Primordial Rift’s brutality, now healed but ever-present beneath his rune-etched tunic, their pale lines were catching the hall’s glowing light.

The Veilbane Medal, forged from riftprimal scales and psychic cores, hung heavy at his chest, with its violet and gold surface shimmering with the Sanctum’s gratitude, a tangible symbol of his triumph over the Sovereign.

Xerion moved beside him, his twenty-foot serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales, fully restored, their gouges now faint marks that gleamed with vibrant vitality, the honor rune etched in the infirmary glowing faintly.

The Level 8 Legendary End-Tyrant’s amber eyes scanned the bustling halls, his hiss sharp but controlled, sensing the energy of the Sanctum, their 82% sync ratio was a warm pulse in Kelvin’s chest that anchored him as he navigated the chaos of students and beasts.

The Veil codex, tucked securely in his pack, its leather cover was etched with dim runes, and Master Mealin’s drake-essence amulet, which was warm against his skin, were constant reminders of their victory and the trials ahead, the tablet’s message...

"The Veil has ended. Rebuild the Sanctum." This was a weight that drove him forward, his thoughts went to Valebreach, where his past awaited.

Lyra followed closely, her steps were sharp despite the faint scars on her arm, side, and thigh, her shadow-etched gauntlet pulsed with an arsenal of enhancements, Peaks’ dark runes, gloomstalker spores, labyrinth vine essence, griffon feathers, Fenheart obelisk runes, riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, its glow steady and bright, a testament to her resilience.

Her Veilbane Medal gleamed at her chest, its violet and gold surface was a mark of her defiance in the Rift, catching the light of the hall’s sigils.

Salaris with her shadow-cloaked raptor, darted ahead, her iridescent feathers were shimmering with restored vitality, her flank wound was now a faint scar, her talons were clicking sharply on the stone floor, gleaming with riftmonarch essence.

The raptor’s eyes mirrored Lyra’s, which was fierce and unyielding, their bond was a steady anchor that eased the lingering pain of her sister’s ghost, though the visions crept into her quiet moments, a shadow she could not fully shake.

Darius strode beside them, with his mind sharp and determined, his scars on his chest, shoulder, and leg were faint but visible beneath his tunic, his soulstone glowing with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, its light bright in his hand, a beacon of his unyielding spirit.

His Veilbane Medal shone proudly, with a mark of his defiance against the Veil’s flames, its surface was catching the hall’s glow.