The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer-Chapter 96: Rekindled Embers

The Sanctum’s infirmary was a quiet sanctuary, its stone walls etched with glowing healing runes that pulsed softly in the dim light, casting a warm glow over the rows of cots.

The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic herbs, mixed with the faint metallic tang of soulstream energy, a reminder of the magic that held the Tide’s Crest together after their brutal trials in the Shattered Peaks.

Kelvin lay on a narrow cot with his chest tightly bandaged, the ache in his broken ribs were dulled by the healers’ runes but still a constant throb.

His staff rested against the wall with its fire runes flickering faintly, which were synchronized with his heartbeat.

The flame-carved pendant around his neck felt lighter now, a symbol of their victories, Shadowfen, Crags, Wastes, Hollow, the Peaks’ rift, and the rogue tamer’s defeat.

The cost lingered in his mind which was heavy as the cloaked figure’s challenge and the rogue tamer’s words: "The Veil claims this valley."

The Veil’s whispers, though faded but it clung to him, sowing doubts that flickered like shadows in the corners of his thoughts.

Xerion, the End-Tyrant, rested in the beast chamber nearby with his massive serpentine form that coiled tightly, his crimson and gold scales shimmered faintly under the rune-lit lanterns.

The ancient beast, a Level 8 Legendary whose legend was dated back to the Great Rift War, exuded a quiet strength despite the scars marring his twenty-foot length.

His amber eyes were deep and ageless, met with Kelvin’s through the chamber’s open door, a low hiss vibrating the air, a reassurance of their bond.

Their 82% synchronizing ratio was a blazing lifeline, Xerion’s warmth a steady anchor against the fear that still clawed at Kelvin’s heart. freeweɓnøvel~com

He reached out mentally, feeling the serpent’s fiery presence, a spark that reignited his resolve.

Lyra laid down on the cot to his right and her silver braid was neatly braided by a healer.

Her shadow-etched gauntlet rested on a table, its runes was glowing faintly, enhanced by the dark runes from the rogue tamer’s defeat.

Salaris, her shadow-cloaked raptor, perched in the beast chamber with her iridescent feathers dulled but regaining their shimmer, her talons clicked softly as she preened.

Lyra’s green eyes were sharp but softened by recovery, which met with Kelvin’s eyes with a quiet intensity.

"You are brooding again," she said, her voice was soft but laced with concern, her bandaged chest and side were rising with steady breaths. "The Peaks are behind us. We are alive."

Kelvin nodded, managing a faint smile as he said. "We barely survived, that rogue tamer... they knew too much. Our fears, our pasts. The Veil is getting personal."

Darius stirred on the cot across from them, his broad frame was dwarfing the flimsy mattress, his hazel eyes glinted with a mix of defiance and fatigue.

His arm, leg, and chest were bandaged, the healers’ runes were sealing his concussion and gashes, but his movements were slow, deliberate.

Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, sprawled in the beast chamber, his massive paws left faint scratches on the stone, with his iron plates gleaming under the lantern light, reinforced with the enchanted ore from the Peaks.

Darius tossed a soulstone into the air, its green glow were amplified by the soulstream gems, catching it with a weary grin. "Let them get personal," he said, his voice was rough but steady. "We are the Crest and we will hit harder."

Kelvin’s smile was widened, Darius’s bravado was a spark against the gloom. "You are not wrong," he said, though the rogue tamer’s malice and the cloaked figure’s glowing runes haunted him. "But we need to be ready. The Veil is not done."

The infirmary door was opened and it revealed Master Torin with his silver robes shimmering in the lantern light. His stormhawk, Veyra, perched on his shoulder, its crackling feathers casted sparks that fizzled in the air.

Torin’s blue eyes were grave, but a faint pride softened his stern features. "Your recovery is progressing," he said, setting a tray of steaming broth and bread on a low table.

"The Council has reviewed your mission. Your Adept rank is confirmed, but the rogue tamer’s presence confirms our fears, the Veil has agents within our world, tamers who had turned to traitors.

You will resume light training tomorrow. The Peaks were a crucible, but the war is far from over."

Kelvin’s pulse was quickened, his grip was tightened on his pendant. "They targeted our fears. They knew about my father, Lyra’s sister, Darius’s village. How?"

Torin’s eyes was narrowed, as Veyra was screeching softly. "The Veil’s reach is deep, possibly within the Sanctum itself. We are investigating. For now, focus on healing. Your beasts need you strong."

The monitoring device on the table hummed, its runes were pulsing steadily: "Veil activity increasing. Light training authorized. Report any anomalies."

The Sanctum’s watchful eyes were a comfort, but the warning of increased Veil activity sent a chill down Kelvin’s spine, echoing the rogue tamer’s threat.

Over the next few days, the trio recovered in the infirmary, their bodies mending under the healers’ runes. Kelvin spent hours meditating with Xerion with their bond deepening as he integrated the dark gauntlet from the rogue tamer into his staff, its runes were amplified by his fire Convergence.

Lyra studied her journal, weaving the dark runes into her gauntlet that enhanced her shadow bindings to counter the Veil energy.

Darius practiced tossing his enhanced soulstones, their gem-augmented glow shining brighter, Rhoam’s iron plates was reinforced with the enchanted ore, boosting his durability.

Their beasts were tended by the beastmasters to regain their strength and their scars was a testament to their shared trials.

By the third day, they moved to the training yard, their steps were tentative but determined. The yard were buzzed with activity, tamers sparring under a pale autumn sun, the air ringing with the clash of steel and the roar of beasts.

Kelvin led a light drills session, his staff blazing as he channeled Xerion’s fire into controlled bursts, testing their enhanced synergy.

Lyra wove shadow runes, binding training dummies with dark tendrils, Salaris darted between them with her talons slicing with precision.

Darius fired soulstone blasts, their gem-augmented explosions cracked the dummies’ hides, Rhoam charging with newfound strength, his reinforced plates gleaming.

Mid way the drill, a young tamer approached, his eyes were wide with awe, clutching a sparrow-like beast.

"You are the Tide’s Crest," he said, with his voice trembling with excitement. "The Peaks couldn’t stop you, you are legends."

Lyra smiled, while her gauntlet was glowing faintly. "We are just tamers, like you. Keep training, and you will face your own Peaks."

The boy nodded, with his sparrow chirping softly, echoing Taren’s gratitude from their early days. Kelvin’s heart was swelled, the spark of defiance were reignited.

"We are just getting started," he said, and this time his voice was firm.

As the day passes, they gathered in the Sanctum’s library. They pored over journals on the Veil, searching for clues about the rogue tamer and the cloaked figure.

Lyra’s fingers traced a passage about traitor tamers with her voice quiet. "The Great Rift War had turncoats, tamers who joined the Veil for power. If they are back, we are facing more than beasts."

Darius leaned back, tossing a soulstone. "Like Zack? The guy got ’traitor’ written all over him."

Kelvin frowned, the memory of Zack’s taunts before the Peaks mission were sharp in his mind. "Maybe, he is hiding something, but we need proof."

The monitoring device hummed with its message flickering: "Anomaly detected near Sanctum gates. Investigate with caution." Kelvin’s heart sank, the warning was a cold echo of the cloaked figure’s presence.

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They moved to the Sanctum’s outer wall, the night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The gates loomed, their rune-etched iron was glowing faintly under the moonlight.

A shadow moved beyond, a cloaked figure, their silhouette stark was against the starry sky, their runes were glowing briefly before they vanished into the forest.

Kelvin’s breath caught and the figure’s presence was a chilling confirmation of the Veil’s proximity.

"They are watching us," Lyra said, her gauntlet glowing as she prepared a rune. Darius gripped a soulstone, his eyes narrowing. "Let them come. We are ready."

Kelvin nodded, with his hand resting on his staff, Xerion’s warmth surged through their bond. "We will be ready for them. Together."

They returned to the infirmary with their resolve burning brighter despite the lingering pain. They shared quiet moments, reflecting on their journey, Kelvin’s growth as a leader, Lyra’s resilience and Darius’s unwavering loyalty.

The loot from the Peaks, the dark gauntlet, runes, and gems had strengthened their gear, but their unity was their true power, a flame that burned through any darkness.

As they settled for the night, the monitoring device hummed, its message clear: "Veil network is expanding. Prepare for future missions. Unity is your strength."

Kelvin’s heart sank, the cloaked figure’s sighting a grim reminder of the battles ahead, but their resolve was an ember that would ignite the future.

The Shattered Peaks had tested them, broken their bodies, but not their spirits. The Tide’s Crest was ready for the Veil’s next move, their defiance a flame that would light the path forward.

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