Kelvin sat with the Veil codex open before him, its dim runes was a reminder of their victory over the Sovereign, its leather was covered heavy with the weight of their journey through the Shattered Peaks, Verdant Hollow, Iron Fens, Abyssal Caldera, Sanctum, Veilheart, Abyss Core, and Primordial Rift.
His faint scars that were across his chest, shoulder, arm, and thigh were barely visible beneath his rune-etched tunic, but they tingled with the memory of the Rift's brutality.
His Veilbane Medal, that were forged from riftprimal scales and psychic cores, hung heavy at his chest, its violet and gold surface was catching the library's glow, a badge of honor that felt both empowering and daunting.
Xerion coiled beside him with his twenty-foot serpentine form a cascade of crimson and gold scales, their gouges are now faint marks, the honor rune etched in the infirmary was glowing faintly, with his amber eyes vigilant as they scanned the chamber.
