The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 115: The Abyss Core’s Wrath 2

"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.

Lyra wove a shadow cage, with her gauntlet trembling as tendrils lashed out, pinning three colossi to the blackened stone.

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

Lyra’s face became paled, the visions showing 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’m stronger than you!" The tendrils crushed a colossus’s core, shattering it in a burst of violet light that illuminated the spires.

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

Rhoam charged, his iron bulk crushed another colossus, his plates deflected a flurry of molten claws. The visions hit Darius very hard-his village was consumed in flames and Master Veyra’s whisper echoed through the inferno, taunting him with failure.

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

The riftborn colossi were relentless, their armored forms regenerating with unnatural speed, their roars amplified the visions with every strike.

One lunged at Kelvin, its molten claws grazed his chest, tearing through his armor and drawing fresh blood. He cursed under his breath, channeling a second Convergence, Xerion’s flames roaring into a fiery vortex that incinerated the colossus, its core exploded in a shower of sparks that lit the molten pools.

Lyra dodged a claw swipe, but a colossus’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 colossus, saving her in a blur of feathers and claws and the beast’s core bursted in a violet flash.

Darius took a direct hit, a colossus’s claw stroke his shoulder, his concussion flaring as blood dripped from his brow, but Rhoam’s charge crushed the colossus and its core shattered under the panther’s iron weight.

"We are losing ground!" Darius shouted, his voice cracked and the visions shoke his resolve as Veyra’s red eyes loomed in his mind. "Their army is relentless!"

Kelvin’s mind raced, Veyra’s visions merged with the rift’s pulse: You are nothing. You will fail. His hands trembled and the image of the Sanctum’s fall flashed before him, but he shook it off and his voice was steady.

"Focus on the cores! We will clear the edge!" He pointed to the glowing cores in the colossi’s chests, which was pulsing with dark energy, the key to their destruction.

Lyra nodded, her eyes was fierce despite the pain, weaving a multi-layered shadow cage that trapped four colossi, its tendrils was tightened with crushing force.

Salaris darted between them, her talons slashed cores with surgical precision, her screeches was cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Darius steadied himself, his grin was returned despite the blood streaming down his arm, firing a radial soulstone blast that shattered three cores in a blinding explosion of green light.

Rhoam roared and his iron plates deflected a claw strike and his charge crushed another core, the colossus collapsed in a heap of armored scales.

Kelvin channeled a piercing fire lance, Xerion’s flames surged through the gauntlet, the beam lancing through a final colossus’s core, obliterating it in a burst of violet light. The colossi dissolved and their roars faded into silence, the visions vanished as the chasm’s edge stilled.

The trio caught their breath, their beasts were battered but alive, the edge of the chasm were littered with ash and scorch marks.

Kelvin’s chest bled, the fresh wound stings, but he stumbled to Lyra, checking her side, where blood seeped through her bandage.

She leaned on Salaris, her face was weak but determined, the raptor’s talons was dripping with colossus essence.

Darius clutched his shoulder with blood soaking his bandages, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him upright and the panther’s plates was gleaming despite the deep scratches from the battle.

"We cleared the edge," Kelvin said, with his voice hoarse, Veyra’s visions were gone from his mind. "The Core is deeper in the chasm."

Lyra nodded, her gauntlet was dim but steady as she pressed a hand to her side. "Veyra and Torin are at the rift altar. We will end it there."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin was weak but sharp despite the pain. "Let’s hunt them down and finish this, he said."

They searched the wreckage around the spires, scavenging loot from the fallen colossi: spectral scales pulsing with defensive energy, their surfaces shimmering with soulstream power, and psychic fragments glowing with mental resistance to counter the Veil’s psychic assaults.

"Split it evenly," Kelvin said, dividing the scales among them to enhance their gear’s durability and taking extra fragments to bolster his weapon’s defenses against mental attacks.

The act was a quiet affirmation of 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; Sanctum’s riftclaw pincers and psychic crystals; and Veilheart’s riftlord spines and psychic shards, which was 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 seemed urgent: "Riftborn forces are detected in Abyss Core’s heart. Sovereign and traitor active. Engage with extreme caution."

The warning confirmed Master Veyra and Torin’s presence in the chasm’s core, the signal’s clarity was a stark reminder of the stakes.

They pressed deeper into the Abyss Core, navigating a treacherous path of molten rock, steaming vents, and rune etched cliffs that pulsed with dark energy.

Xerion slithered beside Kelvin, his scales were warm and his amber eyes was as vigilant as they scanned the shadows for traps.

Salaris darted ahead, her talons kept clicking on the blackened stone, scouting for threats with her keen eyes, her feathers blending seamlessly with the darkness. Rhoam’s plates clinked, his massive form guarding the rear, his scratches 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 unbroken by the chasm’s oppressive energy.

As they crossed a narrow bridge of blackened stone over a molten pool, a trap was triggered-rune-etched spikes erupted from the ground, their tips glowed with Veil energy, aimed to impale them.

"Move!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared with his flames igniting in a blazing arc that burned a spike to ash, its glowing core was shattered in a burst of sparks.

Lyra wove a shadow net, her gauntlet flared as tendrils bound another spike, Salaris’s talons slashed its core with a screech that echoed through the chasm.

Darius fired a soulstone blast, the green light that shattered a third spike, while Rhoam’s charge crushed the remaining ones and his iron plates deflected a stray shard.

The trap collapsed, the spikes dissolved into ash, but a new vision hit—Veyra’s red eyes, her chilling whisper echoing: "The Abyss Core awaits you."

Kelvin shook off the vision, his voice steady as he urged them forward. "Stay sharp! They are in the core!"

The path descended into the chasm’s heart, a vast platform where a towering rift altar stood, its surface were etched with dark runes pulsing with violet energy, matching Cindy’s, Torin’s, and Veyra’s signatures.

The runes glowed brighter with each step, their malevolent energy was a beacon of the Sovereign’s presence.

Salaris screeched, signaling a threat, and the trio braced themselves as they entered the platform, the altar’s light casted eerie shadows across the molten ground.

Before they could approach the altar, a shadow flickered at its edge—Master Veyra, unmasked, her stormhawk form was shimmering with Veil energy, her red eyes blazed with power.

Master Torin stood beside her, his silver robes glinted, his runes flared with dark energy. "You are too late, Tide’s Crest," Veyra said, with her voice cold and runes was pulsing at her fingertips.

"The Abyss Core’s rift will awaken the Veil’s origin." Torin smirked, his stormhawk Veyra perched beside him, its feathers crackled with Veil energy.

"The Sanctum’s failure made this inevitable," he said, with his voice dripping with contempt. "The Core will unleash the Veil’s true power."