CHAPTER 128: RESEARCHING 2......

The book noted their weaknesses, which was water runes to douse their flames, ice essence to slow their movements, and sync precision to counter their speed.

These were vital clues that Kelvin copied onto a rune tablet, his fingers were steady as he worked, with his amulet warm against his chest, Xerion’s hiss was soft beside him, the serpent’s scales flaring as if it was sensing the challenge.

He spent hours cross-referencing scrolls, finding accounts of past tamers who faced similar wyrms, their strategies that shaped his plan to confront the beast, his fear of Valebreach’s memories were tempered by the knowledge he gathered.

Lyra uncovered a map which was the mask of Duskfall’s shadowed groves, that was etched on a psychic crystal tablet, its glowing lines revealed hidden paths, traps, and the cache’s location that was guarded by rogue tamers wielding shadow beasts, raptors and wolves that cloaked in gloom.

She traced the paths with her gauntlet and memorized their twists and turns, her eyes were sharp despite the weight of her sister’s memory, Salaris’s screech waa guiding her focus as she studied.

The map noted psychic traps, remnants of Duskfall’s ancient defenses, and Lyra copied their locations onto a scroll, her gauntlet flared as she planned shadow cages to counter the rogue tamers, her resolve was hardened with each detail.

She found a book on shadow beasts, its pages were detailing their weaknesses, light runes to disrupt their cloaks, psychic shards to counter their mental attacks her notes were meticulous, her sister’s ghost was a quiet motivator.

Darius discovered a report on Ironholt’s rift remnants, a scroll that was inscribed with riftborn lore, it detailed a spectral beast that fed on psychic energy, its form was unstable but deadly, its attacks was linked to the Veil’s collapse.

The scroll described it vulnerabilities with rift-sealing gems to bind its form, soulstone blasts was to disrupt its energy that was crucial for Darius’s mission.

He clutched his soulstone, its glow was steady as he copied the strategies, Rhoam’s growl was a low rumble as he studied, his resolve was hardening against Ironholt’s ghosts.

He cross-referenced a tablet on riftborn threats, its runes glowed with warnings of psychic instability, and added notes on containment runes, his hand was steady despite the weight of his village’s ruins.

The library’s narrative was a stark contrast to the dangers they uncovered, their beasts were resting nearby, their presence was a steady anchor as the trio prepared for their trials.

They sought Master Elara in her study, a rune-lit chamber that was filled with scrolls, beast relics, and a psychic crystal chandelier that cast a soft glow over her desk, her silver hair was gleaming as she listened to their concerns.

Her robes shimmered with high runes, her voice was calm but firm, her presence was a beacon of guidance.

"Your missions are trials of heart and strength," she said, handing them rune-etched scrolls that was tailored to their hometowns, their surfaces was glowing with Sanctum magic.

Kelvin’s scroll was a detailed fire-wyrm tactics, emphasizing sync precision to counter its flames, warning of the mines’ that was ab unstable tunnels and their fire-charged essence.

Lyra’s scroll outlined shadow tamer strategies, advising on stealth and trap-setting to outmaneuver rogue beasts, but it cautioned about Duskfall’s psychic traps that could twist the mind.

Darius’s scroll described rift remnant containment, stressing soulstone accuracy and rift-sealing runes, noting Ironholt’s ruins as a psychic hazard that could amplify the remnant’s power.

The scrolls were heavy, their runes was pulsing faintly, a lifeline for the trials ahead. Elara’s gaze was softened, but her words were stern.

"Your hometowns holds your pasts, but also your futures. Face them with the strength that ended the Veil, and return stronger."

The trio nodded, their Veilbane Medals was gleaming and their beasts were reacting with soft hisses, screeches, and growls, with their bonds a steady flame.

In the Sanctum’s forge, a cavern of molten heat and rune-etched anvils, the trio crafted mission-specific gear, their hands was steady despite the weight of their fears.

Kelvin enhanced his gauntlet with fire runes, etching them with wyrm essence and ice shards from the library’s stores, their glow was amplifying his fire lance’s power, his scars was tingling as he hammered the runes, Xerion’s scales flaring in sync, his hiss was a quiet approval.

He spent hours shaping the runes, testing their balance, ensuring they could counter the wyrm’s flames, his amulet was warm as he worked.

Lyra upgraded her gauntlet with shadow seals, weaving gloomstalker essence and psychic crystals into its frame, their glow was sharpening her shadow cages, Salaris’s talons gleamed as she watched, her screech a quiet affirmation of their readiness.

She crafted traps with precision, their tendrils were snapping shut in practice, her sister’s memory was a quiet strength.

Darius reinforced his soulstone with rift-resistant gems, their light was stabilizing his blasts, Rhoam’s plates clinked as he prowled the forge, his growl was a steady rhythm.

He tested the gems’ strength, their glow was countering practice rift energies, his resolve was unyielding despite the Ironholt’s ghosts.

They tested their gear in the training grounds, the scorched earth trembled under their efforts and the rune-etched pillars glowing as they worked.

Kelvin synced with Xerion and channeled a fire lance that scorched a target, its flames was controlled but fierce, the serpent’s scales flaring as they moved in unison, the ice runes was cooling the lance’s heat for precision.

Lyra wove shadows with Salaris, her gauntlet snapped traps around a drone, the raptor’s talons rendered its surface, their synergy fluid as the shadow seals held firm.

Darius fired soulstone blasts with Rhoam, their accuracy was shattering a rift-etched target, the panther’s charge a blur of iron, the rift-resistant gems stabilizing the blasts.

The tests confirmed their gear’s strength, their beasts were adapting seamlessly, their bonds was a flame against the looming missions, their Veilbane Medals gleamed in the arena’s light.

The Sanctum’s final activities were a whirlwind of beast tournaments, rune-crafted workshops, and history lectures, the trio moved in with renewed purpose, their skills were honed by the Rift’s trials.

In a beast tournament on the training grounds, Kelvin faced a fire drake, with its scales blazing with molten fury, but Xerion’s fiery vortex overwhelmed it, his fire lance piercing its defenses, the crowd roared as the drake yielded, its tamer was bowing, Kelvin’s scars was tingling but his focus was sharp, his Veilbane Medal kept gleaming.

He spent the match synchronizing with Xerion, their movements were precise, the ice runes countered the drake’s heat, his amulet was warm as he fought.

Lyra excelled in a shadow tactics challenge, weaving cages that pinned a wolf-beast, Salaris’s talons was striking with precision, her gauntlet flared as she outmaneuvered the beast, earning cheers from the onlookers, her sister’s memory a quiet strength that fueled her defiance.

Darius dominated a soulstone duel, with his blasts that shattered a rival’s targets, Rhoam’s charge scattered debris, his grin was sharp despite Ironholt’s weight, his rift-resistant gems stabilizing his shots, his medal shining as the crowd roared.

In rune-crafting workshops, under Master Katana stern guidance, they refined their gear further, their hands were steady as they worked.

Kelvin etched additional ice runes to counter Valebreach’s wyrm, their glow cooling his gauntlet’s fire, his focus intense as he shaped them, Xerion’s hiss a quiet encouragement.

Lyra wove shadow traps for Duskfall’s tamers, their tendrils snapped shut in practice, her gauntlet flared with gloomstalker essence, Salaris’s screech guided her precision.

Darius crafted rift-sealing gems for Ironholt’s remnant, their light was bolstering his soulstone, Rhoam’s growl was a steady rhythm as he worked, while his resolve remained unyielded.

History lectures on the Veil’s fall was led by Master Toren, detailed the Sanctum’s role in its defeat, the trio’s story woven into the lessons, their classmates’ awe was palpable as they listened, their Veilbane Medals was a symbol of their legacy.

Master Toren recounted their battles, from the Peaks’ wyrms to the Rift’s Sovereign, his voice gravelly but proud, the trio exchanged glances as Master Toren was speaking, their unity was a quiet strength.

They bonded with classmates in the dorms, sharing mission fears over rune-lit hearths, the warm glow softening the tension of the looming vacation.

A young tamer, who was barely sixteen, offered Kelvin a water rune, its glow was designed to douse wyrm flames where his eyes were wide with respect as he spoke of Kelvin’s fire lance in the Rift.

Kelvin thanked him, his voice warm, the rune was a vital addition to his arsenal, his fear of Valebreach was eased by the camaraderie.

Lyra received a shadow crystal from a classmate, its glow was aiding her traps, their shared stories was of shadow tactics that was easing her sister’s ghost, her green eyes were softened as she laughed.

Darius traded for a rift gem, its light was a bolstering his soulstone, his banter with a rival tamer lightened the Ironholt’s weight, his grin sharp as he tossed his soulstone.