Darius's headaches faded, his vision was clear, his soulstone was brighter as he tossed it, Rhoam's plates gleamed despite their cracks, the panther's bulk was unyielding.
The beasts were fully recovered, Xerion's scales were radiant, Salaris's talons were gleaming, Rhoam's growl was steady, their bonds with their tamers were stronger than ever, a testament to their shared survival through the Veil's relentless trials.
The healers declared them fit to leave, their cots were emptied, the infirmary's runes dimmed as their treatment concluded, the golden light softening as the trio gathered their gear.
The Veil codex, its runes were dim but heavy with meaning, lay in Kelvin's pack, a reminder of their triumph. Lyra's gauntlet, is now steady, pulsed with shadow runes, a symbol of her resilience.
Darius's soulstone, was glowing brightly, which was a beacon of his determination and his grin sharp despite his scars.
