The altar erupted with a deafening roar, spawning rift monarchs—titanic, multi-limbed beasts with glowing spines, molten claws, and armored shells, their forms pulsing with Veil energy.
Their roars conjured visions: Veyra's red eyes, the Sanctum's fall, Kelvin's father, Lyra's sister, Darius's village. "Form up!" Kelvin shouted, Xerion reared with his flames igniting in a blazing arc.
He channeled a fire Convergence, a searing fire lance that sliced through a riftmonarch's core, the beast were dissolved in a burst of ash.
Lyra wove a shadow cage, pinning two riftmonarchs, Salaris's talons rending their cores in a blur of feathers and claws.
Darius fired a radial soulstone blast and shattered three cores in a blinding explosion of green light, while Rhoam's charge crushed another, his iron plates deflected a flurry of claws.
Veyra's stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin's leg, tearing through his armor and drew fresh blood.
