After their return to the Sanctum School, they were summoned to the chamber for evaluation and a way forward.
Lyra's leg and shoulder wounds were bandaged, her face was still feeling the pain, but her eyes burned with determination.
"Cindy is still out there," she said, with a sharp voice, her gauntlet flared as she clenched her fist. "This Sovereignty that she keeps talking about, I she is working for someone bigger."
Darius leaned on the table to Kelvin's right, his soulstone was glowing with Peaks' soulstream gems, the maze-like structure runes, and the griffon feathers, his chest and flank wounds were seeping through fresh bandages, but his hazel eyes gleamed with fierce determination.
Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, sprawled behind, with his massive paws scratching the floor, his plates were reinforced with Peaks' ore that were clinking softly.
