The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 111: The Veilheart Abyss

The Tide’s Crest camped in the bush outside the Sanctum’s ruined fields, the ground were littered with broken runes, ash, and fragments of shattered stone, the fire sparked by Xerion’s breath was casting flickered shadows across the scarred earth.

Kelvin knelt beside it, his chest and leg wounds were paining him beneath the bandages from the riftclaw and stormhawk battles, the sting of each movement was a stark reminder of the Sanctum’s brutal assault.

The coded tablet’s revelation notified, "Veyra’s final rift opens at Veilheart. The Sovereign’s army gathers there so prepare." This burned in his mind, a call to face Master Veyra, the Sovereign, and Master Torin, the traitor who had orchestrated their trials through Zack and Cindy.

The Veil codex was heavy in his pack, its leather cover etched with Veil symbols that held the final keys to unraveling the Veil’s purpose, which was a force that threatened to reshape the world.

The cloaked figure wass fleeting shadow, its runes glowed before vanishing into the undergrowth, which gnawed at Kelvin’s resolve, urging the trio to reach Veilheart and end the Sovereign’s plan before her rift could consume everything.

Xerion, the End-Tyrant, coiled nearby, his twenty-foot serpentine form was a cascade of crimson and gold scales, which was a mark from battles across the Shattered Peaks, Verdant Hollow, Iron Fens, Riftspire, Abyssal Caldera, and Sanctum, yet radiant in the fire’s glow.

The Level 8 Legendary’s amber eyes scanned the bush, his hiss was sharp, sensing the Veil’s dark energy that was lingering in the shadows like a predator waiting to strike.

Their 82% sync ratio roared like a furnace in Kelvin’s chest, anchoring his focus against the dread of facing Veyra’s final rift and Torin’s betrayal.

He pressed a hand to Xerion’s scales and their heat was steadied his trembling fingers were a lifeline against the weight of the Sovereign’s looming power and the traitor’s schemes.

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

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a broken stone with her iridescent feathers blending with the darkness, her talons gleamed with lethal precision and their edges were stained with riftclaw essence from the Sanctum’s battle.

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

"Veyra and Torin think they have broken us," she said, her voice was sharp, her gauntlet flared as she clenched her fist. "We will tear their rift apart at Veilheart and make them pay for using my sister’s memory."

Darius leaned against a shattered pillar, his soulstone glowed with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, and psychic crystals, his shoulder and flank wounds seeping through fresh bandages, but his hazel eyes were filled 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, riftbeast scales, and psychic crystals clinking softly with each shift.

"Torin has been playing us, and Veyra has building an army," Darius growled, tossing his soulstone with a flick of his wrist, the gem was catching the firelight and casting green reflections. "We will crush them both and end this."

Kelvin nodded, his jaw clenched, the codex’s weight was heavy in his pack, its symbols were pulsing faintly in the firelight, a promise of answers and retribution.

"Veilheart is where we will stop Master Veyra’s rift and drag Master Torin out of hiding. The codex will reveal her plan."

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickering with urgency: "Veilheart rift was active. Sovereign’s is army massing. Engage them immediately."

The warning was a clarion call, the signal’s clarity confirmed the Sovereign’s final stand and Torin’s complicity, a stark contrast to the interference they had faced in the Caldera and Sanctum.

The trio broke the camp at dawn, their beasts were trailing closely, and trekked through scorched plains, twisted valleys, and barren hills toward Veilheart, a sunken abyss where the ground pulsed with violet energy, its edges lined with dark, rune-etched spires that hummed with malevolent power and their patterns were matching Cindy’s and Master Veyra’s signatures from the Hollow, Fens, Riftspire, Caldera, and Sanctum.

The earth trembled with the rift’s pulse, and there was distant roars that echoed from the abyss’s depths, a chilling promise of the battles ahead.

Kelvin’s wounds throbbed and his chest from a riftclaw’s claw, as well as his leg from the stormhawk’s talons but Xerion’s warmth steadied his steps, the serpent’s amber eyes vigilant for threats lurking in the shadows.

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

Darius’s stride faltered, his shoulder and flank wounds seeped through his bandages, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him grounded, the panther’s plates gleamed despite the deep scratches from the Sanctum’s chaos.

"The codex holds the key to Veyra’s rift," Kelvin said, the codex was heavy in his pack, its leather cover that was worn but was intact. "We will stop her at Veilheart and unmask the Veil’s purpose."

Lyra’s eyes was narrowed, her gauntlet glowed faintly as she adjusted her bandage, the fabric were stained with blood. "She used my sister’s memory to break me through Cindy’s visions. I will shatter her rift and make her pay."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was sharp despite the pain etching his face. "Torin and Veyra won’t see us coming. We will burn their plans to ash."

The Veilheart Abyss loomed ahead, a vast crater of blackened stone, molten pools, and steaming vents, its edges were scarred with rune-etched spires that pulsed with violet energy, their surfaces crawled with dark runes that matched the signatures of Cindy, masterTorin, and Master Veyra.

The ground quaked with the rift’s pulse, and the roars from the abyss grew louder, a cacophony of rage and power. Xerion’s scales bristled, his hiss was sharp, as he was sensing Master Veyra’s presence deep within the crater.

Salaris moved ahead, her feathers were blending with the shadows of the spires, her talons were gleaming as she scouted for threats and her screeches echoed faintly across the abyss.

Rhoam growled, his plates clinked, his massive form were ready to charge through the molten rock, his scratches from the Sanctum, Riftspire, and Caldera were slowing him down but not stopping his relentless pace.

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickered with urgency: "Riftborn army detected in Veilheart Abyss. Sovereign is active. Get ready for engagement."

The warning was a grim confirmation of the threat ahead, and the abyss erupted with a deafening roar that shook the spires.

Riftborn sentinels, that was a towering, armored beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and multi-segmented bodies.

There was burst from the crater’s edges, with their forms pulsing with Veil energy and their roars conjured visions of the Sovereign, Master Veyra’s red eyes glared from beneath her cloak, her voice was a venomous whisper...

"The Veil consumes all who resist." "Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared, his flames igniting in a blazing arc that lit the abyss’s edge.

He channeled a fire Convergence through the dark gauntlet, which was enhanced by ritual runes, griffon feathers, obelisk runes, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, and riftclaw pincers, a searing fire lance that sliced through a sentinel’s glowing core.

The beast was dissolved in a burst of ash and its roar faded, but the visions were intensified-the Sanctum’s spires crumbled into ruin, his father was burning form accusing him of failure.

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

Lyra wove a shadow cage, her gauntlet trembled as tendrils lashed out, pinning three sentinels to the blackened stone.

Immediately, Salaris struck from above, and her talons rendered a core with surgical precision, but a sentinel’s claw clipped her wing, drawing a sharp screech.

Lyra’s face became paled, the visions showed her sister’s ghost with hollow eyes, accusing her: "You let me die."

She gritted her teeth, blood dripping from her arm as she tightened her cage, her voice was raw with determination as she said....

"I am stronger than you, so you can’t intimidate me!" The tendrils crushed a sentinel’s core and shattered it in a burst of violet light that illuminated the spires.

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