The Sanctum's gates loomed by midday, a welcome sight after the Hollow's desolation. They reported to Torin, detailing the fracture, the shard, and the cloaked figure's challenge.
His expression grew graver with each word, his stormhawk screeched softly. "You have done well," he said. "But the Veil's agents are a threat we can't ignore. Train, watch, and trust your bonds."
They returned to their dormitories, exhaustion weighed their steps, but a spark of defiance burned within. The Veil loomed, its shadows are creeping closer, but the Tide's Crest stood firm, their unity was a flame that would burn through any darkness.
As Kelvin sank onto his bed, Xerion coiled beside him, he felt ready for the battles ahead, their resolve was an ember that would ignite the future.
