Mealin watched, his smile reflects his happiness, his mentorship was a flame that burned through Kelvin's doubt, preparing him for the challenge ahead, their bond was a lifeline as he faced his hometown's ghosts.
After weeks, Kelvin prepared to leave for Valebreach, his pack was heavy with Mealin's fire-sealed tome, fire-resistant ores, wyrm essence, water runes, and enhanced gauntlet runes, their weight a tangible reminder of his mission.
Master Mealin saw him off at the lodge's gate, the valley's hills faded into the dawn's light, his grizzled face proud but stern, his robes was rustling as he clasped Kelvin's shoulder.
"Honor your father's legacy, Kelvin. That wyrm is a test, but you are stronger than your fear. Let Xerion's flames guide you."
Kelvin nodded, his amulet was warm, Xerion's hiss fierce was beside him, his scales were flaring with resolve, their bond was unyielded.
