CHAPTER 149: DEEP INTO THEIR BONDS LIES .....

The trios kept up for their journey, when they got to the veil, they realized that the Veil Scarred Plains are stretched like a festering wound across the earth, their cracked, barren surface was filled with jagged stones and necrotic fissures that pulsed with a high violet glow while casting eerie and writhing shadows that twisted in the dim light of dawn, each flicker was a grim testament to the Veil’s unrelenting corruption.

The Tide’s Crest—Kelvin, Lyra, and Darius marched forward from Valebreach, their boots were crunching on brittle earth, their gauntlets flared with runes that glowed defiantly against the desolate landscape, their mission was to purge the Level 9 Legendary Necrotic Horde in the Abyssal Hollow burning fiercely in their hearts.

Kelvin led the way with his fire-etched gauntlet that was radiating warmth, its ember runes was a beacon of his parents’ legacy.

Their skilled hands was guiding his to channel fire runes in Valebreach’s mines, their voices were steady with courage before a wyrm’s fiery wrath claimed their lives in a catastrophic collapse.

His pack was heavy with a riftborn core, fire-resistant ores, psychic runes, a veilstone pendant, and a rune-forged dagger, their weight grounding him against memories of his parents’ final cries, the mines’ walls was crumbling, their sacrifice a radiant flame he carried forward.

Xerion slithered beside him, his crimson scales blazing with fiery intensity, his twelve-foot wingspan casting a formidable shadow over the cracked ground, his golden eyes scanning the horizon with predatory focus, their 82% sync ratio a steady pulse in Kelvin’s chest, a lifeline against the Plains’ oppressive weight.

Lyra followed closely, her shadow-etched gauntlet tingled with dark energy, its runes was a quiet echo of her sister Elara’s lessons in Duskfall’s groves and her hands were weaving shadow traps with unmatched skill, her laughter was a bright spark before a rogue beast’s claws tore her life away in a brutal flash of shadow and blood.

Her pack held a shadow crystal, shadow essence, a rune-carved dagger, and a veilstone pendant, their presence was anchoring her against the grief that surged with every cautious step.

Elara’s final scream was a disturbance and the groves were stained with her blood, her courage was a flame Lyra that carried forward.

Salaris soared above with her fifteen-foot wing span a cascade of feathers that kept shimmering with psychic energy, her obsidian talons gleamed sharply as her golden eyes scanned through through the place.

Darius came up from the rear with his soulstone gauntlet glowing faintly, its silver runes was a reminder of his father’s lessons in Ironholt’s ruins while his steady hands was guiding Darius to seal rifts, his voice was firm before a spectral beast razed their village to ash.

His pack was laden with soulstream gems, a rune-forged hammer, a veilstone amulet, and a riftborn altar shard, their weight was steadying him against memories of his father’s final shout, with Ironholt’s flames consuming homes.

Darius’s father courage was a radiant flame that Darius carried forward.

Rhoam lumbered at his side with his ten-foot armored frame which was a fortress of obsidian plates, their faint scars were gleaming with restored vitality, his valor rune kept glowing softly as his crimson eyes was cutting through the haze, their 84% sync ratio was a beacon against the Plains’ oppressive weight that is ahead of them.

As the Crest crossed the Veilscarred Plains on the first day, a necrotic storm erupted with sudden fury, its violet bolts crackled with a strong energy, their chaotic pulses stinged the trio’s minds with vivid visions of shambling corpses, their decayed limbs glowed with Veil malice that is terrorizing villages near the Abyssal Hollow.

Kelvin’s gauntlet flared, weaving fire barriers that sizzled against the storm’s bolts, their icy flames was forming a protective dome over the group, Xerion’s fiery vortexes burnes through the violet haze, his hiss was a defiant challenge that echoed across the barren expanse.

Lyra’s shadow cages snapped into place with their dark tendrils weaving shimmering shields that absorbed the storm’s psychic pulses, Salaris’s screeches pierced through the chaos, her talons moved through stray energies that lashed like whips, their violet glow was flickering wildly.

Darius wove soulstream seals, their silver glow stabilized the storm’s necrotic surges, Rhoam’s charges smashed through the debris with shattered stones, twisted roots, necrotic bones that were whipped up by the tempest, his growl a steady anchor that grounded the group’s resolve.

Immediately necrotic vines erupted from the cracked earth, their thorny tendrils pulsed with Veil energy, their tips were dripping with corrosive ichor that hissed against the ground, threatening to ensnare the Crest.

Xerion’s vortexes incinerated the vines and their ashes scattered like blackened snow, while Rhoam’s armored plates crushed their roots, his valor rune blazed with radiant intensity, his crimson eyes was locked on the fissures spawning the threats.

Salaris swooped low, her talons sliced through zombie scouts which decayed figures shambling from the fissures, their hollow eyes glowed with Veil malice, their necrotic cores pulsed weakly at this time.

Lyra’s shadow cages binded their limbs, while their decayed forms collapsed under the dark tendrils’ unyielding grip as their groans faded into silence.

The storm’s relentless assault tested the Crest’s synergy, their synchronizing ratios flickered under the psychic barrage, but their training was held firm, their bonds with their beasts was a lifeline against the chaos.

Kelvin’s fire barriers burned brighter, their icy flames countered the storm’s necrotic energy, Xerion’s vortexes swirled with greater ferocity as his golden eyes tracked every movement, his fiery breath seared through the clusters of vines that surged from the earth.

Lyra wove shadow shields with meticulous precision, with their dark energy absorbing the storm’s pulses, Salaris’s talons cut through rogue zombies that lunged from the shadows.

Their decayed limbs snapped under her strikes, her screeches was a clarion call that rallied the group.

Darius’s soulstream seals stabilized the chaotic energies, their silver glow anchored the battlefield, Rhoam’s charges smashed through necrotic traps hidden in the earth, their runes pulsed with Veil malice, his growl was shaking the ground with thunderous force.

The trio’s voices were sharp, their commands were precise, their beasts were moving in perfect unison and their synergy was a testament to their shared purpose.

As the storm subsided, the Plains became silent, the fissures’ violet glow became dimmed, the zombie scouts were defeated and their necrotic cores were shattered into fragments.

Kelvin knelt to salvage a shard of necrotic essence from a fallen scout, its violet glow pulsed faintly in his hand, a vital tool for refining their runes against the zombie den’s corruption.

Lyra examined the cultist runes that were carved into the earth, their intricate violet etchings revealed a network of Veil influence, while Darius studied Mealin’s map, its parchment marked safe paths and cult outposts, its warnings was urging relentless vigilance.

The Crest’s Veilbane Medals was warmed against their chests, memories of their hometowns’ trials, Valebreach’s mines collapsing, Duskfall’s groves burning, Ironholt’s spires falling as well as fueling their resolve to save the villages, their beasts’ bonds was a radiant flame against the storm’s lingering darkness.

Cultist runes and dune fragments were marked with Vark’s jagged sigils that littered the Plains, their presence was a chilling hint that the Veil cult and Vark’s Crew were tracking the Crest, their greed were tied to the zombie den’s necrotic power, a shadow that deepened the mission’s stakes with every step forward.

On day two, the Plains grew more treacherous, the fissures’ violet glow was intensifying and their pulses sting the trio’s minds with visions of zombie hordes ravaging villages, their decayed forms kept clawing and snaring at the innocent.

The Crest pressed on, their gauntlets kept flaring, their beasts were vigilant while navigating a maze of cracked earth and necrotic traps.

Kelvin’s fire lances seared through the rogue vines that lunged from the ground, their corrosive ichor poured out against his barriers, Xerion’s vortexes burned through clusters of decayed roots, his fiery hiss kept echoing across the desolate landscape.

Immediately, Lyra’s shadow cages bound stray zombies that emerged from hidden fissures, their necrotic cores was pulsing weakly, Salaris’s talons moved through their brittle spines, her screeches guided the group through the maze.

Darius’s soulstone blasts stabilized the fissures’ chaotic energies, their silver glow was countering the Veil’s malice, Rhoam’s charges smashed through the rune-etched stones that pulsed with necrotic traps, his valor rune blazed brightly.

The trio’s synergy was seamless, their commands were sharp, their beasts were moving as one, their Veilbane Medals gleamed with purpose.

They salvaged more necrotic essence from the defeated zombies, its violet glow was a potent tool for their runes, their resolve was burning brighter as they pushed forward, Mealin’s map guided their steps, the cult’s tracks and Vark’s fragments was a constant reminder of the looming threat.

By day three, the Crest reached a collapsed bridge over a necrotic river, its black waters was filled with Veil energy, their surface was rippled with violet pulses that corroded the ground with a sickly, putrid stench.