The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 116: The Rift Core’s Wrath 3

The altar erupted with a deafening roar, spawning rift monarchs—titanic, multi-limbed beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and armored shells, their forms pulsing with Veil energy.

Their roars conjured visions: Veyra’s red eyes, the Sanctum’s fall, Kelvin’s father, Lyra’s sister, Darius’s village. "Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared with his flames igniting in a blazing arc.

He channeled a fire Convergence, a searing fire lance that sliced through a riftmonarch’s core, the beast were dissolved in a burst of ash.

Lyra wove a shadow cage, pinning two riftmonarchs, Salaris’s talons rending their cores in a blur of feathers and claws.

Darius fired a radial soulstone blast and shattered three cores in a blinding explosion of green light, while Rhoam’s charge crushed another, his iron plates deflected a flurry of claws.

Veyra’s stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin’s leg, tearing through his armor and drew fresh blood.

He cursed under his breath, channeling 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 Torin’s arm and his runes faltered 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 rift monarchs dissolved into ash and their roars faded into silence. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Veyra staggered, her stormhawk formed a flickering, her runes were dimming as the altar crumbled. Torin’s runes faltered, his arm was 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 and the cloaked figure vanished with them into the shadows.

"The Veil’s origin lies at the Primordial Rift!" Veyra spat, her voice was venomous, echoing as they disappeared. "You cannot stop what has begun!" She said.

Silence fell, heavy and absolute, the platform was littered with ash, shattered stones, and scorch marks from the battle.

The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged and their beasts battered but alive. Kelvin’s leg was bleeding, 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 pale but defiant, the raptor’s talons dripped with rift monarch 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 from the riftmonarch’s claws.

"We stopped the Core’s rift," Kelvin said, with a hoarse voice, Veyra’s visions were gone from his mind. "But they are heading to the Primordial Rift."

Lyra nodded, her gauntlet dim but steady as she pressed a hand to her side. "The Veil’s origin is there. We will hunt them down."

Darius tossed his soulstone, his grin weak but sharp despite the pain. "Veyra and Torin can not hide forever. We will definitely end their plan."

They searched the wreckage around the altar, scavenging loot from the fallen rift monarchs and stormhawk: riftmonarch scales pulsing with defensive energy, their surfaces shimmering with soulstream power, psychic fragments glowing with mental resistance, and a coded tablet etched with Veil runes.

Kelvin knelt, pulling the Veil codex from his pack, its leather cover was worn out but intact. Using the codex’s symbols, he decoded the tablet, although his heart was sinking as the words revealed....

"The Veil’s origin is the Primordial Rift, beyond the Abyss Core. The Sovereign’s final stand awaits." 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 taking extra psychic fragments to enhance his weapon’s defences against mental attacks, Lyra claimed the riftmonarch scales 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; Sanctum’s riftclaw pincers and psychic crystals; and Veilheart’s riftlord spines and psychic shards, proving vital in the battle, their gear a testament to their survival through the Sanctum’s trials, betrayals, and the Abyss Core’s chaos.

The monitoring device buzzed, its message was clear and chilling this time: "Primordial Rift active. Sovereign’s origin is 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 origin.

They began their descent from the Abyss Core, navigating the molten paths and steaming vents, their beasts trailing closely. Xerion slithered beside Kelvin, his scales were warm, his amber eyes vigilant as they scanned the shadows for lingering threats.

Salaris darted ahead, her talons clicking on the blackened stone, scouting for traps with her keen eyes and her feathers blending seamlessly with the darkness.

Rhoam’s plates clinked, his massive form was guarding the rear, his scratches from the Sanctum, Riftspire, Caldera, and Veilheart 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 and the revelation of the Primordial Rift.

They camped in a new crevice near the Abyss Core’s edge, its walls were glowing with faint violet runes, the ground warm from the chasm’s heat.

The crevice was narrower than the last, its floor was strewn with cracked stones and riftborn fragments, its walls were scarred with molten fissures that cast a dim, reddish glow.

A small ledge provided shelter and its surface etched with ancient runes, their meaning was lost to time. 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, and tossed 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 Primordial Rift," Darius said, staring into the fire, his voice was low but edged with anger. "They think they can unleash the Veil’s origin and walk away."

Lyra’s voice was firm, her gauntlet glowed faintly as she adjusted her bandage. "They used my sister’s memory to break me. I will tear their Rift 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 Primordial Rift 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 difficult 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 shared 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, a reminder of their strength as a team.

The monitoring device hummed, its message was clear and ominous: "Primordial Rift imminent. Sovereign’s origin gathers. Unity is your strength."

The words were a stane warning of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter, an ember that refused to be extinguished.

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

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 Primordial Rift."

The Tide’s Crest pressed on, their bodies were battered but their spirits were unbroken, their unity was a flame that had shattered the Abyss Core’s rift and uncovered Veyra’s final plan.

The Abyss Core 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, the Sanctum’s betrayal fueled battles, or the Veilheart’s riftborn army, but the Tide’s Crest stood firm.

Their determination was a strength that would ignite their path to the Primordial Rift, a beacon against the Veil’s growing shadow and the Sovereign’s final stand.