The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 114: The Abyss Core’s Wrath 1

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 determination 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.

That morning while they were resting and getting ready to continue their journey, Kelvin knelt beside the fire, his chest and leg wounds throbbing beneath bandages from the riftlord and stormhawk battles, each pulse of pain was a reminder of the brutal cost of their fight against Veyra’s forces.

The coded tablet’s revelation popped up, "The Veil’s source lies at the Abyss Core. The Sovereign’s true power awaits. Prepare for the final stand."

The message kept burning in his mind, which was a call to face Master Veyra, the Sovereign, and Master Torin, the traitor who had orchestrated their suffering through Zack and Cindy’s schemes.

The Veil codex was heavy in his pack, its leather cover etched with Veil symbols that seemed to pulse faintly in the firelight, which held the final clues to unraveling the Veil’s origin, a force that threatened to reshape the world under Veyra’s command.

The cloaked figure’s fleeting shadow, with its runes that was glowing before it vanished into the underground beyond the crevice, which gnawed at Kelvin’s resolve, a chilling reminder of the unseen threats still stalking them.

He pressed a hand to Xerion’s scales, and it’s heat steadied his trembling fingers, a lifeline against the dread of the Abyss Core’s looming battle.

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

The Level 8 Legendary’s amber eyes scanned the shadows beyond the crevice, his hiss was sharp, sensing the Veil’s dark energy that pulsed like a heartbeat in the abyss’s depths. Their 82% sync ratio that roared like a furnace in Kelvin’s chest, which anchored his focus against the weight of facing Veyra and Torin, whose betrayal had cut deeper than any wound.

Xerion’s tail twitched, dislodging a loose stone that clattered against the crevice floor, his vigilance was a silent promise of protection.

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

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched on a jagged rock near the crevice’s mouth, her iridescent feathers blended with the darkness beyond, her talons gleamed with lethal precision, and their edges were stained with riftlord essence from the Veilheart’s battle.

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

"Veyra and Torin are hiding at the Abyss Core, thinking they can unleash the Veil’s full power," she said, with a sharp voice, gauntlet flared as she clenched her fist. "We will tear their rift apart and make them pay for twisting my sister’s memory."

Darius leaned against the crevice’s scorched wall, his soulstone glowed with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, and riftlord spines, his shoulder and flank wounds seeping through fresh bandages, but his eyes gleamed with fierce determination.

Darius with his iron-plated panther, sprawled near the fire, his massive paws was scratching the ground, his plates reinforced with Peaks’ ore, bogstalker scales, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, and riftlord spines clinking softly with each shift.

"They think the Core will save them from us," Darius growled, tossing his soulstone with a flick of his wrist, the gem catching the firelight and casting green reflections across the crevice. "We’ll crush their army and drag them out."

Kelvin nodded as his jaw clenched, the codex’s weight was heavy in his pack, its symbols was a promise of answers and retribution. "The Abyss Core is where we stop the Veil’s source.

We decode the codex and end Veyra and Torin’s plan for good." The monitoring device buzzed and its runes flickered with urgency: "Abyss Core rift was active. Sovereign’s forces massing. Engage immediately."

The warning was a clarion call, the signal’s clarity confirmed the stakes of their final stand against the Sovereign and her traitor ally was a stark contrast to the interference they had faced in earlier battles.

The trio broke the camp at dawn, their beasts trailing closely, and trekked through scorched ravines and twisted gorges toward the Abyss Core, a gaping chasm of molten stone, steaming vents, and rune-etched cliffs.

Its edges were lined with towering spires that glowed with Veil energy, their patterns matched Master Veyra’s and Master Torin’s signatures from the Hollow, Fens, Riftspire, Caldera, Sanctum, and Veilheart.

The ground quaked with the rift’s pulse, and roars echoed from the chasm’s depths, a cacophony of rage and power that set their nerves on edge.

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

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

"The codex will reveal the Veil’s true origin," Kelvin said, with the codex heavy in his pack, its leather cover worn but intact. "We will stop Veyra and Torin at the Core and end their threat."

Lyra’s eyes were narrowed, her gauntlet glowed faintly as she adjusted her bandage, the fabric stained with blood. "They used my sister’s memory to break me through their visions. I’ll destroy their Core and make them pay for every lie."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was sharp despite the pain etching his face. "We will burn their army to ash and drag Torin out while kicking him. Veyra’s rift ends here."

Kelvin’s wounds throbbed, his chest from a riftlord’s claw, his leg from the stormhawk’s talons but Xerion’s warmth steadied his steps, the serpent’s amber eyes were vigilant looking out for threats that were lurked in the shadows.

The Abyss Core loomed ahead, a vast chasm of blackened stone, molten pools, and steaming vents, its cliffs scarred with rune-etched spires that pulsed with violet energy, their surfaces crawling with dark runes that matched the signatures of Cindy, Torin, and Veyra. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The ground trembled with the rift’s pulse, and the roars from the chasm grew louder, a deafening promise of the battles ahead. Xerion’s scales became bristled, his hiss was sharp, sensing Veyra’s presence that was deep within the Core.

Salaris darted ahead, her feathers blended with the shadows of the spires, her talons gleamed as she scouted for threats, her screeches echoed faintly across the chasm.

Rhoam growled, his plates was clinking, his massive form was ready to charge through the molten rock, his scratches from the Sanctum, Riftspire, Caldera, and Veilheart slowed him but not stopping his relentless pace.

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickered with urgency: "Riftborn horde detected in Abyss Core. Sovereign and traitor active. Prepare for engagement."

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

Riftborn colossi, gigantic, armored beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and multi-jawed maws, their bodies segmented like ancient titans and there was burst from the cliffs, their forms pulsed with Veil energy, their roars conjured visions of the Sovereign.

Master Veyra’s red eyes glared from beneath her cloak, her voice was a venomous whisper as she said: "The Veil will consume all who resist."

"Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared, his flames was ignited in a blazing arc that lit the chasm’s edge.

He channeled a fire Convergence through the dark gauntlet, enhanced by ritual runes, griffon feathers, obelisk runes, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, and riftlord spines, a searing fire lance slicing through a colossus’s glowing core.

The beast dissolved in a burst of ash, its roar faded, but the visions became intensified with the Sanctum’s spires crumbling into ruin, his father’s burning form accused him of failure.

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