After the battle, Kelvin was rushed to the school infirmary. The Sanctum School's infirmary was a quiet contrast to the battlefield where Kelvin had left behind, its stone walls were lined with glowing herbs and runic wards that pulsed with healing energy.
Kelvin lay on a cot with his shoulder bandaged, his ribs were aching him although it was bound, the ravager's core was resting on a table nearby and its glow was a faint reminder of his victory in Eryndor.
Xerion curled outside the infirmary, his obsidian scales were seen catching the moonlight through the window and his fire was a steady pulse in Kelvin's soul.
Lyra and Darius sat nearby with their beasts, Salaris perched on a shelf, Rhoam sprawled by the door while keeping a silent vigil.
The relics from the Crucible of Legacy and the ravager's core glowed softly, symbols of their journey, but the Sanctum's rhythm pressed on, urging Kelvin to rise despite his wounds.
