The Tide's Crest camped in the bush outside the Sanctum's ruined fields, the ground were littered with broken runes, ash, and fragments of shattered stone, the fire sparked by Xerion's breath was casting flickered shadows across the scarred earth.
Kelvin knelt beside it, his chest and leg wounds were paining him beneath the bandages from the riftclaw and stormhawk battles, the sting of each movement was a stark reminder of the Sanctum's brutal assault.
The coded tablet's revelation notified, "Veyra's final rift opens at Veilheart. The Sovereign's army gathers there so prepare." This burned in his mind, a call to face Master Veyra, the Sovereign, and Master Torin, the traitor who had orchestrated their trials through Zack and Cindy.
The Veil codex was heavy in his pack, its leather cover etched with Veil symbols that held the final keys to unraveling the Veil's purpose, which was a force that threatened to reshape the world.
