The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 117: The Primordial Rift End 1

The Tide’s Crest pressed forward from the crevice near the Abyss Core, their footsteps were heavy on the scorched earth and the weight of the coded tablet’s revelation.

"The Veil’s origin is the Primordial Rift, is beyond the Abyss Core. The Sovereign’s final stand awaits."

The message drove them toward their final confrontation with unrelenting urgency.

Kelvin led the way, his chest and leg wounds was painful beneath blood-soaked bandages from the riftmonarch and stormhawk battles, each step he took was a rise of pain that tested his endurance to its breaking point.

The Veil codex was heavy in his pack, its leather cover was etched with faintly pulsed runes that held the final clues to unraveling the Veil’s origin which was a malevolent force that threatened to reshape the world under Master Veyra’s iron command.

The cloaked figure’s fleeting shadow and its runes were glowing before vanishing into the twisted undergrowth, which haunted Kelvin’s thoughts, a chilling reminder of the unseen threat stalked them.

Xerion slithered beside him, 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 with unyielding strength.

The Level 8 Legendary’s amber eyes scanned the shadows, his hiss was sharp, sensing the Veil’s dark energy that pulsed like a heartbeat through the molten ground.

Their 82% sync ratio burned like a furnace in Kelvin’s chest, anchoring his focus against the dread of facing Master Veyra, Master Torin, and the Sovereign’s true, terrifying power.

Lyra followed closely, her shadow-etched gauntlet pulsed with an arsenal of enhancements, Peaks’ dark runes, gloomstalker spores, labyrinth vine essence, griffon feathers, Fenheart obelisk runes, riftwraith claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, its glow was flickering under the strain of her pain.

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, moved ahead, her iridescent feathers blended with the darkness of the jagged cliffs, while her talons were gleaming with lethal precision, stained with rift monarch essence from the Abyss Core’s brutal battle.

Lyra’s arm and side wounds bled through her bandages, each movement a grimace of agony, her face pale but her green eyes burning with defiance, fueled by the memory of her sister’s ghost twisted by Veyra’s cruel psychic visions.

The pain in her side was a constant reminder of the battles endured, yet her resolve remained a steel core, unbreakable despite her faltering body.

Darius trailed behind, his soulstone glowing with Peaks’ soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, his shoulder and his flank wounds paining him heavily, blood dripping onto the scorched ground.

His eyes gleamed with fierce determination despite the pain etching deep lines into his face while facing challenges.

Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, guarded the rear, his massive plates clinking, reinforced with Peaks’ ore, bogstalker scales, riftclaw pincers, riftbeast scales, and riftmonarch scales, his scratches from countless battles slowing him but not stopping his relentless pace.

"Veyra and Torin think the Primordial Rift will shield them from us," Darius growled, tossing his soulstone with a flick of his wrist, the gem catching the faint light of distant, glowed runes.

"We will end their game and burn their plans to ash, no matter what it takes." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Kelvin nodded with his jaw clenched, the codex’s weight a constant reminder of their mission to end the Veil’s threat.

"The Primordial Rift is where the Veil began. We will stop Master Veyra, Torin, and the Sovereign there, no matter the cost."

The monitoring device buzzed, its runes flickering with urgency: "Primordial Rift was active. Sovereign’s origin was imminent. Engage immediately."

The signal’s clarity was a stark call to action, urging them toward the final stand against the architects of their suffering.

The journey to the Primordial Rift was a brutal one, a descent through jagged gorges, molten ravines, and treacherous cliffs, the ground was quaking with the rift’s pulse, the path that littered with rune-etched stones that glowed with Veil energy and their patterns matched Veyra’s and Torin’s signatures from the Hollow, Fens, Riftspire, Caldera, Sanctum, and Veilheart.

The terrain was a merciless adversary, its molten pools bubbled with heat that scorched their boots and seared their skin, its jagged rocks were cutting into their already battered bodies, each step was a test of their will to survive.

Kelvin’s wounds throbbed relentlessly, blood was seeping from his chest wound, his leg was buckled on the uneven ground and each movement was sending waves of pain that threatened to overwhelm him.

His vision was blurred with every step, the weight of his injuries was dragging at his resolve, but Xerion’s warmth steadied him, the serpent’s amber eyes were vigilant as they navigated the molten rock.

Lyra’s limp worsened, her side wound tearing open with every misstep, blood soaking her bandages and dripping onto the scorched earth, her gauntlet flickering as pain sapped her focus, her breath was coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

Darius staggered with his shoulder wound bleeding heavily, his concussion blurring his vision into a haze of doubles, his flank wound was reopening with a searing jolt that nearly dropped him, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him moving, the panther’s plates clinked with each determined step.

Their beasts pressed on through the punishing terrain, Xerion’s scales was bristling as he moved over jagged stones, Salaris’s screeches was echoing through the gorges.

Rhoam’s growls was resonating like thunder and their injuries mirrored their tamers’ but their resolve was unshaken by the brutal journey.

The first challenge struck in a narrow gorge, where the ground erupted with a deafening roar, and riftborn titans.

They are massive, multi-limbed beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and segmented bodies which burst from the shadows, their forms pulsed with Veil energy, their roars conjured visions of Veyra’s red eyes glaring from beneath her cloak, her voice was a venomous whisper: "The Veil consumes all who resist."

These titans were larger and faster than the colossi of the Abyss Core, their cores pulsed brighter with dark energy, while their movements a blur of lethal precision that left no room for error.

"Form up!" Kelvin shouted, his voice was hoarse with strain, Xerion reared, his flames igniting in a blazing arc that lit the gorge’s blackened walls.

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, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, a searing fire lance sliced through a titan’s glowing core.

The beast dissolved in a burst of ash, its roar faded into silence, but a molten claw grazed Kelvin’s arm, tearing through flesh and drawing a gush of blood that stained the molten rock red.

At this point the visions were intensified, his father’s burning form accused him of failure, the Sanctum’s ruins crumbling before his eyes, the weight of his past failures pressing down like a physical force.

His heart pounded, guilt clawing at his resolve, but Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, which grounded him against the psychic assault, though his arm burned with agony and blood dripping in a steady stream onto the scorched ground.

Lyra wove a shadow cage, her gauntlet trembling as tendrils lashed out, pinned three titans to the gorge’s jagged walls.

Salaris struck from above, her talons rending a core with surgical precision, but a titan’s claw struck her flank, drawing a sharp screech and a spray of dark blood that glistened in the dim light.

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

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

"I’m stronger than you!" The tendrils crushed a titan’s core, shattering it in a burst of violet light that illuminated the gorge, but a talon raked her thigh, blood gushing down her leg in a torrent, her vision blurring as she staggered, pain threatening to overwhelm her fragile strength.

Salaris’s screeches rallied her, the raptor darted through the chaos to rend another core, saving her tamer, though her own flank wound that slowed her movements, with blood seeping into her feathers.

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

Rhoam charged, his iron bulk crushing another titan, his plates deflecting a flurry of molten claws, but a glowing spine grazed his side, drawing blood that seeped between his plates and stained the ground.

The visions hit Darius very hard where his village was consumed in flames, Veyra’s whisper echoed through the inferno, taunting him with failure.

"I’m done running!" he bellowed, his blasts were precise despite the blood seeping from his flank, shattering another core in a blinding flash of green light...

But a titan’s claw tore into his chest, reopening his flank wound, blood sprayed as he stumbled, his legs trembled with the effort to stay upright.