The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 95: Victory In The Mist Of Challenges

Lyra limped as they keep going with her silver braid matted with blood and mud, her shadow-etched gauntlet flickered with runes that struggled to maintain their glow.

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, flickered at her side with her iridescent feathers dulled by grime and her talons clicked faintly on the stone.

Lyra’s green eyes were sharp but shadowed by pain, stared ahead, her chest and side wounds bandaged but seeping, each step a grimace of effort.

Her breathing was shallow, her face were ashen, the rogue tamer’s attack having torn open old wounds and added new ones. "We are almost there," she said, with her voice hoarse, barely audible over the drizzle’s patter. "The Sanctum is close." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Kelvin nodded, his jaw clenching. "We made it through the Peaks and we will make it home."

Darius trudged on his right, his broad frame slumped, his hazel eyes were dulled by exhaustion and pain.

Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, lumbered behind, his massive paws dragging through the mud with his iron plates clinking dully, dented and scratched from the wyrm’s claws.

Darius clutched a soulstone with its green glow faint in his trembling hand, his usual grin replaced by a tight-lipped grimace.

The gashes on his arm, leg, and chest bled through his bandages, slowing his pace to a painful shuffle. "Home sounds good," he muttered, his voice rough. "But I am not sure I have got enough left to get there."

Kelvin managed a faint smile, Darius’s grim humor was a spark against the oppressive gloom. "We will carry you if we have to," he said, though the weight of their injuries and the rogue tamer’s words, "The Veil claims this valley but we are the Crest."

The monitoring device in Kelvin’s pack flickered back to life, its runes pulsing weakly: "Signal restored. Sanctum 10 miles south. Report rogue tamer sighting immediately."

The Sanctum’s watchful eyes were a faint comfort, but the device’s mention of the rogue tamer sent a chill down Kelvin’s spine, a reminder of the Veil’s growing reach.

They had been walking for hours, the path were leveling into a muddy trail, the Peaks giving way to rolling hills cloaked in mist. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of wet earth and pine, the pulse of dark energy fading but not gone.

Flashbacks of their trials in the Peaks filled Kelvin’s mind, the shadow hounds, the rogue wyrm, the rift’s aberrations, the behemoth, and the rogue tamer’s wyrm, each battle pushing them closer to collapse.

He had meditated with Xerion with their bond deepening through each trial, the End-Tyrant’s flames burning brighter. Lyra had woven advanced shadow runes, her gauntlet holding even the strongest beasts.

Darius had honed his soulstone blasts, his aim was deadly precise, Rhoam’s charges synchronized seamlessly. But the cost was evident in their limping steps, their labored breaths, and the blood that stained their armor.

"We are stronger than we were," Lyra said, her voice was steady despite the pain in her eyes. "The Peaks tested us, but we passed."

Kelvin nodded, drawing strength from her resolve, but doubt gnawed at him. "At what cost? We are barely standing."

The trail led to a shallow river, its waters were cold and swift, the current tugged at their boots as they crossed. The Sanctum’s spires loomed in the distance, a faint beacon through the mist, but the journey felt endless, each step a battle against exhaustion.

They paused on the far bank with their beasts settling nearby, Xerion coiled into a protective ring, his flames casting a dim glow.

Salaris perched on a rock with her feathers blending with the mist; Rhoam sprawling across the ground, his iron plates gleaming faintly in the drizzle.

Kelvin pulled out the monitoring device, its holographic display flickered weakly, showing their silhouettes alongside Xerion’s serpentine form, Salaris’s sleek outline, and Rhoam’s hulking shape. A new message scrolled across.....

"Sanctum alerted. Medical team dispatched. Hold position if unable." His heart sank, the warning a cold confirmation of their condition, but the promise of help sparked a flicker of hope.

Before he could speak, Lyra swayed, her legs buckled as she clutched Salaris for support. "I... I can’t," she whispered, her voice was breaking, her face pale as she sank to the ground. Blood seeped through her bandages, pooling in the mud.

"Lyra!" Kelvin dropped to her side with his hands trembling as he checked her wounds. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes fluttering, the pain overwhelming her resolve.

Salaris let out a soft screech, her talons clicking anxiously, her bond with Lyra a lifeline that flickered but held.

Darius staggered over, his own wounds bleeding, his face grim. "She is bad, Kelvin. We all are." He leaned on Rhoam, his voice hoarse. "We need that medical team now."

Kelvin’s mind raced, with despair clawing at him. The Veil’s whispers returned, faint but cruel, You have failed her. You will lose them all and for a moment, he faltered with the weight of leadership crushing him.

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

"We are not losing anyone," Kelvin said, his voice was firm despite the tears in his eyes. He tore a strip from his cloak, binding Lyra’s wounds tighter, his hands were steadied as he worked. "We are the Crest and we will get through this together."

Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, her voice weak but defiant. "I am still here. Don’t count me out." Darius managed a weak grin, with his hand resting on Rhoam’s head. "Tough as ever, Lyra."

They pressed on, supporting Lyra between them, their beasts forming a protective circle. The Sanctum’s medical team met them at dusk, their white robes were a stark contrast to the muddy hills.

Healers swarmed them with runes glowing as they stabilized their wounds and their beasts, Xerion, Salaris, Rhoam, settling nearby, exhausted but vigilant.

The journey to the Sanctum’s infirmary was a blur, the trio were carried on stretchers, their consciousness fading as the healers’ runes pulsed with healing energy.

The infirmary was a quiet refuge, its air were thick with the scent of antiseptic herbs and the hum of healing runes etched into the walls.

Kelvin woke on a narrow cot, his chest bandaged tightly and his ribs aching but mending. Lyra lay to his right, her wounds were cleaned and sealed, her breathing steady but weak.

Darius occupied the cot across, his arm, leg, and chest bandaged, his face bruised but calm in sleep. Their beasts rested in a nearby chamber, which were tended by Sanctum beastmasters and their injuries healing under rune-enhanced salves.

Kelvin’s heart ached as he watched his friends with the cost of their victory sinking in. The monitoring device were now on a table beside him which hummed softly with its runes steady....

"Mission complete. Adept rank granted. Report to Council when able." The words were a triumph, but the rogue tamer’s malice and the cloaked figure’s challenge lingered, a shadow that refused to fade.

Master Torin entered with his silver robes shimmering in the lantern light, his stormhawk Veyra perched on his shoulder, its crackling feathers casting sparks.

"You have done what few could," he said, his voice was resonant but grave. "The Peaks tested your limits, and you prevailed. Your Adept rank is well-earned, but the Veil’s agents are a growing threat. Rest, recover, and prepare."

Kelvin nodded, his voice hoarse. "The rogue tamer... they knew us, so they targeted our fears. The Veil’s planning something bigger."

Torin’s eyes narrowed, his stormhawk screeching softly. "We will investigate. For now, heal. Your beasts need you to be strong."

The trio spent days in the infirmary, their injuries were severe, Kelvin’s broken ribs, Lyra’s infected wounds, Darius’s concussion and gashes.

They reflected on their growth, sharing the loot from the Peaks: the dark gauntlet, now integrated into Kelvin’s staff, enhancing his fire runes; the dark runes, woven into Lyra’s gauntlet, boosting her shadow bindings; the soulstream gems, embedded in Darius’s soulstones, amplifying their blasts.

The act of sharing was a quiet affirmation of their unity, a reminder that they’d survived together.

In quiet moments, they spoke of their fears, Kelvin’s dread of failing as a leader, Lyra’s guilt over her sister’s loss, Darius’s haunting memories of his burning village. "We are not just tamers," Lyra said, her voice soft but firm. "We are family now."

Darius nodded, with a faint grin returning. "We are family that fights monsters together." Kelvin rested a hand on his pendant, Xerion’s warmth echoing through their bond. "And we’ll keep fighting, for each other."

As they recovered, a young tamer visited, his eyes wide with awe, echoing Taren’s gratitude from their early days. "You are legends," he said, clutching a sparrow-like beast. "The Peaks couldn’t stop you."

Kelvin smiled, the spark of defiance reigniting. "We are just getting started." The monitoring device hummed, its message clear: "Veil activity increasing. Prepare for future missions."

The words were a warning, but their resolve burned brighter, a flame that would light their path through the Veil’s shadows.

The Shattered Peaks had broken their bodies, but not their spirits. The Tide’s Crest was ready for what came next, their defiance an ember that would ignite the future.

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