The tunnels were narrowed into a treacherous maze, their walls kept pulsing with psychic runes that filled Kelvin's mind with relentless visions, his mother's steady hands were guiding his own to etch fire runes, her voice was soft with unwavering patience; his father's strong frame was revealed against glowing veins, his lessons was on facing beasts with unyielding courage a lifeline through the oppressive darkness.
Mealin's tome was his unwavering guide, its leather cover that waa etched with intricate wyrm lore, its pages was meticulously detailing the path to the wyrm's nest, a cavern of fire essence crystals and a towering Veil altar, its stark warnings of molten traps and psychic pulses urged her utmost caution.
Kelvin paused to trace a rune on the tome, his gauntlet flared faintly with a soft blue glow, illuminating a map that marked the nest's entrance, its labyrinthine paths were fraught with perils that tested the limits of his Sanctum training.
