The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 94: A Tamer’s Conspiracy 2

The battle was chaos. Kelvin channeled a fire Convergence through Xerion, the End-Tyrant’s flames swept through the valley, searing the wyrm’s scales in a burst of light.

Lyra wove shadow runes with her gauntlet flickering as tendrils lashed out to bind the wyrm’s limbs, slowing its charge.

Salaris struck from the shadows with her talons rending its flesh. Darius fired soulstone blasts, each explosion cracked its hide, while Rhoam charged, his iron bulk slammed into its side with a resounding crash.

But the wyrm was relentless, its dark energy amplified its strength, its movements were guided by the tamer’s runes. The tamer wove dark bindings, shadowy tendrils that countered Lyra’s runes, pinning Salaris briefly and forcing Lyra to her knees.

She cried out, with blood coming out from her wounds, her gauntlet flickered as she struggled to fight back.

Kelvin’s heart lurched with fear spiking through him, the Veil’s whispers roared. She is gone and you have failed but he pushed them back, shouting, "Lyra, hold on!"

"I am trying!" she gasped, her voice strained as she forced a rune into place, binding the wyrm’s tail. Her face was ashen with blood soaking her armor, her eyes dimming with pain.

Darius took a hit, the wyrm’s claws grazed his chest and deepened his wounds. He cursed, firing a soulstone blast that sent the creature reeling, Rhoam’s charge kept it at bay.

"This guy is playing dirty!" he shouted, his voice cracking, his bravado shattered by pain and fear.

Kelvin’s mind raced with despair clawing at him. The wyrm’s power was overwhelming, the tamer’s runes amplified its strength, and Lyra’s collapse was a knife in his heart.

The monitoring device remained silent, leaving them utterly alone. The whispers grew louder, You are weak and you will lose them all and for a moment, he faltered, his grip on his staff loosening, the weight of leadership crushing him.

He saw the Sanctum falling, his friends’ lifeless forms, the Veil’s shadows consuming everything. "I can’t do this," Kelvin whispered, his voice breaking, tears mixing with the rain. "I am not enough."

Lyra’s hand reached for his, her grip weak but firm. "You don’t have to be," she said, her voice trembled but with resolute. "We are enough together."

Darius staggered to his feet with his face pale but defiant. "She is right. We are the Crest. We don’t quit."

Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond, a blazing lifeline that steadied Kelvin. The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes locked onto his, a low hiss vibrating the air, as if urging him to fight.

"We will take out the tamer!" Kelvin shouted, spotting the rogue tamer’s glowing runes, the source of the wyrm’s power.

Kelvin channeled a massive Convergence, Xerion’s flames which roared into a fiery vortex that engulfed the tamer, scorching the air.

Lyra pushed through her pain, her runes were binding the tamer’s arms, her gauntlet trembled with effort. Salaris’s talons raked the wyrm’s core, weakening its glow.

Darius aimed a soulstone blast, the green light flared as it struck the tamer’s runes, Rhoam’s charge shattered the wyrm’s core in a burst of ash and light.

The tamer screamed, their runes faded, the wyrm collapsing into a cloud of dark energy, the fracture sealing with a deafening roar.

Silence fell, heavy and absolute, the valley littered with debris and ash. The trio collapsed, their breaths ragged, their beasts battered but alive. Lyra leaned on Salaris, blood soaking her armor, her face was pale but defiant.

Darius clutched his chest, his grin was gone with his eyes haunted. Kelvin’s hands trembled with his body aching, but pride swelled in his chest, a spark of defiance was reignited.

"We did it," he said with his voice hoarse and the whispers faded. Lyra nodded, with her eyes fierce despite the pain as she said. "Together, we overcame the storm."

They searched for the tamer’s remains, finding the loot: a dark gauntlet pulsing with Veil energy and a set of dark runes etched on obsidian shards.

"Split it evenly," Kelvin said, taking the gauntlet to enhance his fire runes, giving Lyra the runes for her gauntlet, and Darius a share of the shards for his soulstones. The act was a small gesture of unity, a reminder that they’d survived their final stand together.

The monitoring device flickered back to life, its message was weak but clear: "Fracture is sealed. Return to Sanctum. Report rogue tamer sighting."

The words were a lifeline, but the mention of the rogue tamer was a warning, the Veil’s reach was growing.

They began their descent, the Peaks’ terrain was treacherous underfoot, the storm faded to a drizzle.

Xerion slithered beside Kelvin, his scales were warm and reassuring, while Salaris darted ahead, her feathers caught the light. Rhoam brought up the rear, his iron plates clinking steadily, a constant in the uncertainty.

They camped that night in a shallow alcove with the air heavy with the scent of wet stone and pine. Kelvin lit a fire with Xerion’s breath, the End-Tyrant’s flames casted a warm glow.

Lyra tended to her wounds, her runes sealing the worst of the damage, though pain lingered in her eyes. Darius bandaged his chest, his silence was heavy as he fed Rhoam a chunk of dried meat, the panther’s iron plates clinking softly.

"That tamer... they knew us," Darius said, his voice was barely a whisper, his eyes fixed on the fire. "They targeted our fears. My village, burning."

Lyra’s expression softened, her hand pausing on her bandage. "I saw my sister, trapped in shadows, screaming. The Veil is using our pasts against us."

Kelvin nodded, his hand was resting on Xerion’s scales. "It showed me the Sanctum falling, all of us gone. I thought I had failed you both. But we are still here, because of each other."

They shared quiet stories to ease the tension, Darius recounted a time he outran a rogue boar, Lyra spoke of her sister’s laughter, Kelvin recalled his father’s tales of Xerion’s ancient battles.

The End-Tyrant’s amber eyes gleamed, a low hiss that affirmed their bond and his warmth was a steady anchor against the cold.

As they settled for the night, the monitoring device hummed, its message was clear: "Sanctum 1 day south. Report rogue tamer sighting. Unity is your strength."

Kelvin’s heart sank, the tamer’s presence was a grim reminder of the battles ahead, but their resolve burned brighter, a spark that would light their path through the Peaks’ shadows.

The dawn brought a gray, turbulent sky, the Peaks looming darker now. They pressed on, battered but unbroken, their unity was a flame that had carried them through their final stand.

The Shattered Peaks had tested them to their limits, but the Tide’s Crest was ready for the next challenge, their defiance an ember that would ignite the future.

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