The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 118: The Primordial Rift’s Wrath 2

His concussion flared, his vision doubled, but Rhoam’s roars kept him grounded, the panther’s charge crushed another titan, its core shattered under his iron weight.

The riftborn titans were relentless, their segmented forms was regenerating with unnatural speed, their roars amplified the psychic visions with every strike, each attack was a test of the trio’s endurance.

Another titan lunged at Kelvin, its molten claws tore into his shoulder, the pain a white-hot lance that nearly dropped him to his knees, blood gushed down his arm.

He cursed under his breath, channeling a fiery vortex and Xerion’s flames roared through the gauntlet, incinerating the titan, its core exploded in a shower of sparks that lit the molten pools.

Lyra dodged a claw swipe, but a titan’s talon raked her arm, reopening her wound and drawing a cry of pain, her gauntlet flickered as blood streamed down her sleeve, her legs buckled under the strain.

Salaris’s talons ripped through the titan, saving her in a blur of feathers and claws, the beast’s core bursted in a violet flash, but Lyra’s vision swam, her strength faded with each heartbeat.

Darius took another hit, a titan’s claw stroke his leg, his concussion flared as blood dripped from his brow, his soulstone trembled in his shaking hand. Rhoam’s charge crushed the titan and its core shattered but Darius’s legs buckled, blood pooled beneath him and his breath ragged with pain.

"We are getting slaughtered!" Darius shouted, though his voice was cracking, the visions shoke his resolve as Veyra’s red eyes loomed in his mind, her whisper was cutting deeper than any claw. "Their army is too damn strong!"

Kelvin’s vision became blurred, Veyra’s visions merged with the rift’s pulse, echoing... You are nothing and you will fail.

His hands trembled, the image of his father’s burning form flashed before him, but he shook it off, his voice was steady despite the agony coursing through his body.

"Focus on the cores! We clear the gorge!" He pointed to the glowing cores in the titans’ chests, pulsing with dark energy, the key to their destruction, his arm shoke with the effort to raise his weapon.

Lyra nodded, her eyes was fierce despite the blood streaming down her leg, weaving a multi-layered shadow cage that trapped four titans, its tendrils was tightened with crushing force, though her gauntlet flickered, her strength waning.

Salaris darted between them, her talons slashed the cores with surgical precision, her screeches was cutting through the chaos like a blade, though her wounded flank slowed her, with blood seeping into her feathers. Darius steadied himself, his grin returned despite the blood soaking his bandages, firing a radial soulstone blast that shattered three cores in a blinding explosion of green light that lit the gorge’s walls.

Rhoam roared, his iron plates deflected a claw strike, his charge crushed another core, the titan collapsing in a heap of armored scales, though blood seeped from his side, staining his plates.

Kelvin channeled a piercing fire lance, Xerion’s flames surges through the gauntlet and the beam lanced through a final titan’s core, obliterating it in a burst of violet light.

The titans dissolved, their roars faded into silence, the visions vanished as the gorge stilled, leaving the trio gasping for breath, their bodies pushed to the brink.

The trio caught their breath, their beasts were battered but alive, the gorge littered with ash and scorch marks, the ground slick with their blood.

Kelvin’s shoulder and arm bled heavily, the fresh wounds sting, his vision swimming as he stumbled to Lyra, checking her thigh, where blood gushed through her bandage, soaking the scorched earth.

She leaned on Salaris, her face feeling pains but determined despite all, the raptor’s talons dripped with titan essence, her flank wound slowed her movements.

Darius clutched his chest with blood soaking his bandages, his concussion blurred his vision, but Rhoam’s steady presence kept him upright, the panther’s plates gleamed despite the deep gouges from the titan’s claws and blood seeped between them.

"We cleared the gorge," Kelvin said, his voice was hoarse, Veyra’s visions were gone from his mind, though his body screamed with pain, each movement was a battle against collapse. "The Rift is deeper ahead."

Lyra nodded, her gauntlet was dim but steady as she pressed a hand to her thigh, blood seeped through her fingers, her breath ragged. "Veyra and Torin are at the rift altar. We will end them there, no matter what it takes."

Darius tossed his soulstone, though his grin was weak but sharp despite the blood streamed down his face, his voice was strained but resolute. "Let’s hunt them down and finish this for good."

They scavenged loot from the fallen titans: spectral spines pulsed with speed-enhancing energy, their surfaces was shimmering with soulstream power, and psychic shards glowed with mental resistance to counter the Veil’s psychic assaults.

"Split it evenly," Kelvin said, his voice trembling with pain as he divided the spines among them to enhance their gear’s agility and took extra shards to bolster his weapon’s defenses against mental attacks.

Their arsenal were. 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; Veilheart’s riftlord spines and psychic shards; and Abyss Core’s riftmonarch scales and psychic fragments, proved vital, their gear a testament to their survival through the relentless trials of the Veil’s domains.

The monitoring device buzzed, its message was urgent: "Riftborn forces wa detected in Primordial Rift’s heart. Sovereign and traitor is active. Engage with extreme caution."

The warning confirmed their path, the signal’s clarity was a stark reminder of the stakes as they pressed deeper into the brutal landscape.

The journey grew even more punishing, the path descended into a molten chasm where the ground burned their boots, rune-etched cliffs pulsed with Veil energy that seemed to writhe with malevolent intent.

Kelvin’s wounds bled freely, his chest, shoulder, and arm wounds tore open with each step, his leg was barely supporting his weight, blood pooled beneath him as he fought to stay conscious.

Lyra’s arm and thigh wounds left her limping heavily, blood dripped onto the molten rock, her gauntlet flickered as pain sapped her strength, her breath was coming in shallow gasps.

Darius’s chest and leg wounds bled profusely, his concussion was worsening, and his vision doubling with every step, but Rhoam’s presence kept him moving, the panther’s plates scarred and bloodied.

Their beasts struggled, Xerion’s scales gouged deeply, Salaris’s flank was bleeding, Rhoam’s plates cracked, but they pressed on, their bonds with their tamers were a lifeline through the agony.

A second challenge struck as they crossed a rune-etched bridge over a molten pool, the ground trembled as a trap that was trigger, rune-etched chains lashed out, glowing with Veil energy, their links aiming to bind the trio and their beasts.

"Move!" Kelvin shouted with his voice cracking, Xerion rearing, his flames scorched a chain, its glowing core shattering in a burst of sparks.

Lyra wove a shadow net, her gauntlet flared despite her trembling hands, binding another chain, Salaris’s talons rendered its core with a screech that echoed through the chasm, but a chain grazed her wing, drawing fresh blood.

Darius fired a soulstone blast, the green light shattered a third chain, but a chain struck his side, blood seeped through his bandages as he staggered.

Rhoam’s charge crushed the remaining chains, his iron plates deflecting a stray link, but a chain grazed his flank, with blood seeping between his plates.

A vision came up, Veyra’s red eyes, her chilling whisper: "The Rift awaits." Kelvin’s leg buckled, blood pooling beneath him, but he pushed forward, the codex’s weight drove him through the pain.

The Primordial Rift loomed ahead, a colossal chasm of molten stone, its edges were lined with towering spires that pulsed with violet energy, their surfaces etched with runes that burned with ancient, malevolent power.

At its heart stood a massive rift altar, radiating a violet glow that shook the ground with its intensity. Master Veyra and Master Torin stood before it, their runes flared their faces were etched with defiance.

Above them loomed the Sovereign’s true form, which was a massive, ethereal stormhawk with glowing red eyes, rune-etched feathers crackled with Veil energy, and its wingspan casted shadows that seemed to swallow the light.

"You are too late, Tide’s Crest," Veyra said, her voice was cold as steel, runes pulsed at her fingertips. "The Primordial Rift awakens the Veil’s origin, and the world will bend to its power."

Torin smirked, his silver robes glinted and his runes flared with dark energy. "The Sanctum’s failure made this inevitable. You will fall here and broken by your own weakness."

The Sovereign screeched, its wings now conjured the visions of destruction, where cities were burning, tamers were falling and the Veil consumed all in a tide of violet light.