The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 108: The Sanctum’s Reckoning

The Tide’s Crest camped in the shallow ravine outside the Abyssal Caldera, the ground still warm from the basin’s molten heat, the fire sparked by Xerion’s breath casting flickering shadows across the cracked stone.

Kelvin knelt beside it, his chest and leg wounds were throbbing beneath bandages from the riftfiend and riftbeast battles, the sting of each movement a reminder of the Abyssal Caldera’s brutal trials.

The coded scroll’s revelation, "The Sovereign is Master Veyra. The traitor is Master Torin" burned in his mind, a betrayal that shattered his trust in the Sanctum’s leadership.

The Veil codex was heavy in his pack which had unmasked Master Veyra as the Sovereign and Master Torin as the traitor tied to Zack’s manipulation and Cindy’s schemes, their betrayal was a blade that cut deeper than any wound.

The cloaked figure’s fleeted shadow, its runes were glowing before vanishing into the underground, which gnawed at Kelvin’s resolve, urging the trio to return to the Sanctum and confront Torin before Veyra’s plan could unfold.

Xerion, the End-Tyrant, coiled nearby, his twenty-foot serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales, scarred from battles in the Peaks, Hollow, Fens, Riftspire, and Caldera, yet radiant in the fire’s glow.

The Level 8 Legendary’s amber eyes scanned the ravine, his hiss sharp, sensing lingering Veil energy that pulsed faintly in the shadows.

Their 82% sync ratio roared like a furnace in Kelvin’s chest, anchoring his focus against the dread of facing a Sanctum elder who had orchestrated their trials.

He pressed a hand to Xerion’s scales, their heat steadying his trembling fingers, a lifeline against the weight of Torin’s betrayal and the Sovereign’s looming power.

Lyra sat across the fire, her shadow-etched gauntlet pulsing with Peaks’ dark runes, gloomstalker spores, labyrinth vine essence, griffon feathers, Fenheart obelisk runes, riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, and riftbeast scales, its glow steady despite the pain etched into her face. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a jagged rock, her iridescent feathers blending with the darkness, her talons gleaming with lethal precision, their edges stained with riftbeast essence.

Lyra’s arm and side wounds were bandaged, the fabric stained with blood, but her green eyes burned with defiance as she adjusted her bandage with steady hands, her movements were precise despite the ache.

"Torin sent us into Cindy’s traps, knowing we’d bleed," she said, her voice was sharp, gauntlet flared as she clenched her fist. "He used my sister’s memory through her. He’ll answer for it."

Darius leaned against a stone outcrop with his soulstone glowing with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, and riftbeast scales, his shoulder and flank wounds seeping through fresh bandages, but his hazel eyes gleamed with fierce determination.

Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, sprawled nearby with his massive paws scratching the ground, his plates were reinforced with Peaks’ ore, bogstalker scales, riftclaw pincers, and riftbeast scales clinking softly with each shift.

"Zack was just a pawn to distract us," Darius growled, tossing his soulstone with a flick of his wrist, the gem catching the firelight. "Torin’s the real snake, and we’re gonna crush him."

Kelvin nodded, his jaw clenched, the codex’s weight heavy in his pack, its leather cover etched with Veil symbols that seemed to pulse faintly in the firelight. "We confront Torin at the Sanctum and stop Veyra’s plan before her rift consumes everything."

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickering with urgency: "Sanctum is under attack. Riftborn forces detected. Return immediately."

The warning was a clarion call, the signal’s sudden clarity a stark contrast to the Caldera’s interference, confirming the Sovereign’s assault and Torin’s betrayal as the Sanctum faced its greatest threat.

The trio broke camp at dawn, their beasts trailing closely, and trekked through barren hills and scorched plains toward the Sanctum, its distant spires shrouded in a violet mist that pulsed with unnatural energy, the ground trembling with the faint echoes of explosions.

Kelvin’s wounds throbbed, his chest from a riftfiend’s claw, his leg from the riftbeast’s glowing fangs but Xerion’s warmth steadied his steps, the serpent’s amber eyes vigilant for threats lurking in the mist.

Lyra’s limp was slight, her gauntlet pulsing as she scanned the ground for Veil energy, her arm and side wounds slowing her but not breaking her resolve, her green eyes locked on the horizon.

Darius’s stride faltered, his shoulder and flank wounds seeping through his bandages, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him grounded, the panther’s plates was gleaming despite the deep scratches from the Riftspire and Caldera battles.

"Torin’s been playing us from the start," Kelvin said, the codex heavy in his pack, its symbols a promise of answers and retribution. "Veyra’s rift is hitting the Sanctum now, and he’s helping her."

Lyra’s eyes narrowed, her gauntlet glowing faintly as she adjusted her bandage, the fabric stained with blood. "He twisted my sister’s memory through Lirien’s visions. I will make him pay for every second of it."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin sharp despite the pain etching his face. "We will break Torin, Veyra, and anyone else who is with them. Zack’s gonna wish he stayed out of this."

The Sanctum’s outer fields were a chaotic battlefield, the ground scarred with dark runes that pulsed with violet energy, their patterns matched Cindy’s signature from the Hollow, Fens, Riftspire, and Caldera.

Shattered stone and broken weapons littered the earth, and Sanctum tamers fought desperately against waves of riftborn beasts—spectral creatures with glowing limbs and molten eyes, their forms writhing with Veil energy.

Screams and roars echoed across the fields, the clash of steel and runes mingling with the cries of wounded tamers and their beasts. Xerion’s scales bristled, his hiss sharp, sensing the Sovereign’s power permeating the mist.

Salaris darted ahead, her feathers blending with the shadows of the broken stone, her talons gleamed as she scouted for threats, her screeches cut through the chaos.

Rhoam growled, his plates clinking, his massive form was ready to charge through the battlefield, his scratches slowing him but not stopping his relentless pace.

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickering with urgency: "Riftborn swarm detected in outer fields. Traitor was active within Sanctum. Engage immediately."

The warning confirmed the Sovereign’s assault, and the fields erupted with a deafening screech that shook the ground.

Riftborn wraiths spectral, humanoid beasts with glowing claws and molten eyes—burst from the violet mist, their forms pulsing with Veil energy, their bodies twisting with unnatural speed.

Their psychic screeches hit like a shockwave, conjuring visions of the Sovereign—Master Veyra’s red eyes glaring from beneath her cloak, her voice was a venomous whisper: "The Sanctum falls tonight."

"Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion rearing, his flames ignited in a blazing arc that lit the battlefield.

He channeled a fire Convergence through the dark gauntlet, enhanced by ritual runes, griffon feathers, obelisk runes, shadow drake fangs, riftclaw pincers, psychic gems, and riftbeast scales, a searing fire lance slicing through a riftborn wraith’s glowing core.

The beast dissolved in a burst of ash, its screech fading, but the visions were intensified—the Sanctum’s spires crumbled into ruin, his father’s burning form accusing him of failure.

His heart pounded, guilt clawing at his resolve, but Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, grounding him against the psychic assault.

Lyra wove a shadow cage, her gauntlet trembling as tendrils lashed out, pinning three wraiths to the scarred ground. Salaris struck from above, her talons rending a core with surgical precision, but a wraith’s claw clipped her wing, drawing a sharp screech.

Lyra’s face became paled, the visions showing her sister’s ghost, eyes hollow, accusing: "You let me die." She gritted her teeth, blood dripping from her arm as she tightened her cage, her voice raw with defiance.

"I am stronger than you!" The tendrils crushed a wraith’s core, shattering it in a burst of violet light that illuminated the battlefield.

Darius fired soulstone blasts, the gem-enhanced green light, boosted by shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, altar runes, and psychic gems, exploding across a wraith, obliterating its core with a deafening crack.

Rhoam charged, his iron bulk crushing another wraith, his plates deflecting a flurry of glowing claws.

The visions hit Darius hardest—his village consumed in flames, Veyra’s whisper echoing through the inferno, taunting him with failure.

"I am done running!" he bellowed, his blasts precise despite the blood seeping from his flank, shattering another core in a blinding flash.

The riftborn wraiths were relentless, their spectral forms regenerating with unnatural speed, their screeches amplifying the visions with every strike.

One lunged at Kelvin, its claws grazed his chest, tearing through his armor and drawing fresh blood.

He cursed under his breath and channeled a second Convergence, Xerion’s flames roaring into a fiery vortex that incinerated the wraith, its core exploding in a shower of sparks that lit the mist.

Lyra dodged a claw swipe, but a wraith’s talon raked her side, reopening her wound and drawing a cry of pain.

She staggered, nearly collapsing, but Salaris’s talons ripped through the wraith, saving her in a blur of feathers and claws, the beast’s core bursting in a violet flash.