The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 113: The Veilheart Abyss 3
Veyra’s stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin’s leg, tearing through his armor and drawing fresh blood.
He cursed under his breath and channeled a second Convergence, Xerion’s flames that roared into a fiery vortex that seared the stormhawk’s wings, forcing it to retreat.
Lyra’s shadow cage snapped shut, pinning the stormhawk’s wings, and Salaris’s talons rendered its core, the beast collapsed in a burst of red light that lit the platform.
Darius’s soulstone blast struck Master Torin’s arm, his runes faltering as blood streamed down his sleeve, his face was contorted with rage.
"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 that shook the platform, the riftlords dissolved into ash, their roars faded into silence.
Veyra staggered, her stormhawk form flickered, her runes were dimming as the altar crumbled. Torin’s runes faltered, his arm bleeding, but he stood defiant.
Lyra’s shadow runes lashed out, binding their 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.
Veyra and Torin twisted free, lunging for a hidden crevice in the platform’s wall, the cloaked figure vanished with them into the shadows.
"The Veil’s source lies beyond Veilheart!" Veyra spat, her voice was venomous, echoing as they disappeared. "The Abyss Core will unleash its full power!"
There was silence everywhere which was heavy and absolute, the platform littered with ash, shattered stones, and scorch marks from the battle. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged, their beasts were battered but alive. Kelvin’s leg bled, the fresh wound sting, but he stumbled to Lyra, checking her side, where blood seeped through her bandage.
She leaned on Salaris, the raptor’s talons dripped with riftlord essence. Darius clutched his shoulder, blood soaked his bandages, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him upright, the panther’s plates gleamed despite the deep gouges from the riftlord’s claws.
"We stopped the rift," Kelvin said, his voice was hoarse, Veyra’s visions were gone from his mind. "But they escaped to the Abyss Core."
Lyra nodded, her gauntlet was dim but steady as she pressed a hand to her side. "The Veil’s source is there. We will find them and end this."
Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was weak but sharp despite the pain. "Veyra and Torin can’t hide forever. We will crush their final plan."
They searched the wreckage around the altar, scavenging loot from the fallen riftlords and stormhawk: riftlord spines pulsed with defensive energy, their tips shimmered with soulstream power, psychic shards 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 were revealed: "The Veil’s source lies at the Abyss Core.
The Sovereign’s true power awaits. Prepare for the final stand." The revelation confirmed Veyra’s next move, a final rift that could unleash the Veil’s full power and reshape the world.
They divided the loot evenly, Kelvin toke extra psychic shards to enhance his weapon’s defenses against mental attacks, Lyra claimed riftlord spines for her armor’s reinforcement, and Darius toke 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; Caldera’s riftbeast scales and psychic gems; and Sanctum’s riftclaw pincers and psychic crystals.
They were proving vital in the battle, their gear was a testament to their survival through the Sanctum’s trials, betrayals, and the Veilheart’s chaos.
The monitoring device buzzed, its message were clear and chilling: "Abyss Core rift was active. Sovereign’s source was imminent. Proceed with extreme caution."
The warning set their path, the signal’s clarity was a stark reminder of the stakes as they prepared to face Veyra’s final rift and the Veil’s true source.
They began their descent from the Veilheart Abyss, navigating the molten paths and steaming vents, 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 darted ahead, her talons clicked on the blackened stone, scouting for traps with her keen eyes, her feathers blending seamlessly with the darkness.
Rhoam’s plates clinked, his massive form was guarding the rear, his scratches from the Sanctum, Riftspire, and Caldera 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 abyss’s oppressive energy and the revelation of the Abyss Core.
They camped in a shallow crevice outside the Veilheart Abyss, the ground was still warm from the crater’s heat. Kelvin ignited a fire with Xerion’s breath, the flames casted 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.
"Veyra and Torin are running to the Abyss Core," Darius said, staring into the fire, his voice low but edged with anger. "They think they can unleash the Veil’s full power and walk away."
Lyra’s voice was firm, her gauntlet glowing faintly as she adjusted her bandage. "They used my sister’s memory to break me. I will tear their Core apart and end their lies."
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 to control us.
We will hunt Veyra and Torin at the Abyss Core and stop the Veil for good." 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 speaking 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 Veyra’s escape and Torin’s betrayal was a reminder of their strength as a team.
The monitoring device hummed, its message was clear and ominous: "Abyss Core imminent. Sovereign’s source 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 crevice, the shadows seemed silent but heavy with threat. As they packed their camp, a shadow flickered among the rocks—the cloaked figure and their runes glowed briefly before they vanished into the underground.
Kelvin’s breath caught, the sighting a chilling echo of Veyra and Torin’s escape. "They are still watching us," he said, his weapon was ready, fire runes glowed. "We will face them at the Abyss Core."
The Tide’s Crest pressed on, their bodies were battered but their spirits were unbroken, their unity was a flame that had shattered the Veilheart’s rift and uncovered Veyra’s final plan.
The Veilheart Abyss 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, the Caldera’s molten chaos, or the Sanctum’s betrayal-fueled battles, but the Tide’s Crest stood firm.
Their defiance was an ember that would ignite their path to the Abyss Core, a beacon against the Veil’s growing shadow and the Sovereign’s final stand.
