Darius's soulstone staggered it the third time while Rhoam's claws finished it. Kelvin's wounds ached, but his bond with Xerion reduced the pain, and Torren's nod was clear. "Control is power and I feel that you are ready."
In the morning the trio stood at the Crystal Nexus, ready for the trial and the Crystal Nexus is a radiant arena at the top of the Sanctum's highest spire, its walls shimmered with prismatic light and etched with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The air was warm and thick with wild magic, the floor glowed and radiated with soulstream energy. Students were packed in the stands with their murmurs a tide of awe, while Masters Kaelus, Veyne, and Torren stood at the nexus's heart, their beasts were silent and imposing.
