They were dismissed to recover and prepare, the weight of the mission settled over them like a storm cloud.
Over the next two days, they rested in the infirmary, their bodies healing under the care of the Sanctum's healers.
Kelvin spent hours meditating with Xerion and deepening their bond, the End-Tyrant's scales was warm against his side as he visualized their sync ratio climbing higher.
Lyra studied her journal and sketched a new shadow runes to counter the rift's energy, her bond with Salaris was sharpened with each practice.
Darius trained lightly with Rhoam, tossing soulstones to hone his aim, the panther's iron plates gleaming as they worked in tandem.
On the third day, they all gathered at the training yard, their injuries were still tender but manageable.
The yard was buzzed with activity, tamers were sparring with their beasts under the midday sun, the air was ringing with the clash of steel and the roar of flames.
