The trio were summoned into the Sanctum's Council Chamber which was filled with tension, its stone walls were glowing with runes that pulsed like heartbeats, casting a golden sheen across the polished oak table.
Kelvin stood firm, his chest were still tender from the Shattered Peaks' battles and his staff was gripped tightly in his hand.
The fire runes was etched into its wood which flickered faintly and their glow was dimmed by the weight of exhaustion.
The flame-carved pendant around his neck which swung heavily was a reminder of their victories at Shadowfen, Crags, Wastes, Hollow, and the Peaks' brutal trials but the cloaked figure's sighting last night, their runes flashing briefly in the moonlight, gnawed at him.
Zack's taunts before the Peaks mission—"You will fail, just like a breeze," echoed in his mind, fueling suspicion that the bully was the rogue tamer from their last battle, the one who had wielded a corrupted wyrm and vanished into the storm.
