Darius strode beside them, with his mind sharp and determined, his scars on his chest, shoulder, and leg were faint.
But visible beneath his tunic, his soulstone glowing with Peaks' soulstream gems, labyrinth runes, griffon feathers, shadow claws, shadowdrake fangs, riftclaw pincers, altar runes, psychic gems, riftbeast scales, psychic crystals, riftlord spines, and riftmonarch scales, its light bright in his hand, a beacon of his unyielding spirit.
His Veilbane Medal shone proudly, with a mark of his defiance against the Veil's flames, its surface was catching the hall's glow.
Rhoam, his iron-plated panther, prowled at his side, his massive plates clinking softly, their cracks now faint lines, gleaming with restored strength, his scratches healed but visible, the honor rune etched in the infirmary glowing faintly.
