The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 110: Sanctum’s Reckoning 3

Veyra’s stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin’s leg, drawing fresh blood. He cursed, channeling a fiery vortex, Xerion’s flames that seared the bird’s wings.

Lyra’s shadow cage pinned it and Salaris’s talons rend its core in a burst of red light. Darius’s blast struck Torin’s arm, his runes faltered as blood streamed down his sleeve.

"Now!" Kelvin shouted, charging the altar, Xerion’s flames engulfed the stones in a roaring inferno. The rift collapsed in a blinding surge of violet light and the riftclaws dissolved into ash and their roars faded into silence.

Torin staggered, his arm was bleeding with his runes dimming. Lyra’s shadow runes lashed out, binding his wrists in a coiling net, but a shadow flickered at the altar’s edge-the cloaked figure and their runes glowed with dark energy, slashing the bindings with a blade of pure Veil energy.

Torin twisted free and lunged for a hidden passage, the cloaked figure vanish with him. "Veyra’s final rift rises at Veilheart!" Torin screamed, his voice was loud echoing as he disappeared.

Silence fell, heavy and absolute, the chamber littered with ash, shattered stones, and scorch marks from the battle. The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged, their beasts were battered but alive.

Kelvin’s leg was bleeding and the fresh wound was stinging, but he stumbled to Lyra and checked her side, where blood seeped through her bandage.

She leaned on Salaris, her face down but determined, the raptor’s talons dripping with riftclaw essence. Darius clutched his shoulder and blood soaked his bandages, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him upright, the panther’s plates gleamed despite the deep gouges.

"We stopped the rift," Kelvin said, Veyra’s visions were gone from his mind. "But Torin and Veyra escaped." Lyra nodded with her gauntlet dim but steady as she pressed a hand to her side. "Veilheart is next. We will find them."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin weak but sharp despite the pain. "And we will end this for good."

They searched the wreckage around the altar, scavenging loot from the fallen riftclaws and stormhawk: riftclaw pincers pulsing with defensive energy, their tips were shimmering with soulstream power, psychic crystals that glowed with mental resistance, and a coded tablet etched with Veil runes.

Kelvin knelt, pulling the Veil codex from his pack, its leather cover were worn but intact. Using the codex’s symbols, he decoded the tablet, his heart sank as the words revealed: "Veyra’s final rift opens at Veilheart.

The Sovereign’s army gathers. Prepare." The revelation confirmed the Sovereign’s next move, a final stand that could destroy the Sanctum and beyond.

They divided the loot evenly, Kelvin taking extra psychic crystals to enhance his weapon’s defenses against mental attacks, Lyra claimed riftclaw pincers for her armor’s reinforcement, and Darius taking extra tablet runes to boost his soulstone’s power.

The act solidified their unity, their arsenal of loot, Peaks’ dark gauntlet, dark runes, and soulstream gems; Hollow’s griffon feathers and ritual runes; Fens’ bogstalker scales, shadow claws, and obelisk runes; Riftspire’s riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, and altar runes; and Caldera’s riftbeast scales and psychic gems-proving vital in the battle and their gear was a testament to their survival through the Sanctum’s trials and betrayals.

The monitoring device buzzed, its message clear and chilling: "Veilheart rift active. Sovereign’s forces imminent. Proceed with extreme caution." The warning was set with their path, the signal’s clarity was a stark reminder of the stakes as they prepared to face Veyra’s final rift. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

They began their journey from the Sanctum, navigating the ruined fields and shattered corridors, their beasts trailed closely. Xerion moved beside Kelvin, his scales were warm, his amber eyes were vigilant as they scanned the shadows for lingering threats.

Salaris moved ahead, her talons clicked on the broken stone, scouting for traps with her keen eyes, her feathers blended seamlessly with the darkness.

Rhoam’s plates clinked, his massive form guarding the rear, his scratches from the Riftspire, Fens, and Caldera battles slowing him but not stopping his relentless pace. The trio’s wounds throbbed.

Kelvin’s chest and leg, Lyra’s arm and side, Darius’s shoulder and flank—but their steps were steady, their resolve were unbroken by the chaos of the Sanctum’s fall and Torin’s betrayal.

They camped in a clearing outside the Sanctum, the ground littered with broken runes and ash. Kelvin ignited a fire with Xerion’s breath, the flames casting flickering shadows across the stone.

Lyra bandaged her side, her shadow runes sealed the wound with a faint glow, her movements were steady despite the pain etching her face.

Darius tended his shoulder, tossing a chunk of dried meat to Rhoam, the panther’s plates gleamed as he tore into it with a low growl.

"Torin played us from the start," Darius said, staring into the fire, his voice was low but edged with anger. "He sent us into every trap, knowing we would bleed, while Veyra built her army."

Lyra’s voice was firm, her gauntlet glowed faintly as she adjusted her bandage. "He used my sister’s memory to break me. I will tear him apart, and Veyra with him."

Kelvin pressed a hand to Xerion’s scales, the serpent’s warmth pulsed through their bond, steadying his shaking hands. "My father’s death, your village, your sister—they twisted it all. We will hunt Torin and Veyra at Veilheart and end this." Xerion’s eyes gleamed, his hiss was a low affirmation, a promise of battles to come.

They traded stories to bolster their spirits—Darius recounted a sparring match where he outwitted a rival tamer with a clever feint, Lyra spoke of her sister’s unyielding courage in the face of a rogue beast, Kelvin sharing a tale of Xerion’s ancient victory against a shadow wyrm that threatened a village.

The stories were a shield against the weight of Torin’s betrayal and Veyra’s looming rift, a reminder of their strength as a team.

The monitoring device hummed, its message was clear and precise: "Veilheart imminent. Sovereign’s army gathers. Unity is your strength." The words were a grim warning of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter, an ember that refused to be extinguished.

Dawn broke over the clearing, the shadows were silent but heavy with threat. As they packed their camp, a shadow flickered among the ruins—the cloaked figure, their runes glowed briefly before they vanished into the undergrowth.

Kelvin’s breath caught, the sighting was a chilling echo of Torin’s escape. "They are still watching us," he said, his weapon was ready and fire runes glowed. "We will face Veyra and Torin at Veilheart."

The Tide’s Crest pressed on, their bodies were battered but their spirits were unbroken, their unity was a flame that had shattered the Sanctum’s rift and uncovered Torin’s betrayal.

The Sanctum’s fall had tested them to their limits, its dangers were unlike the Peaks’ brutal beasts, the Hollow’s labyrinthine traps, the Fens’ psychic assaults, the Riftspire’s spectral onslaught, or the Caldera’s molten chaos, but the Tide’s Crest stood firm.

Their defiance was an ember that would ignite their path to Veilheart, a beacon against the Veil’s growing shadow and the Sovereign’s final rift.