In the male dorm, Kelvin shared his victory, his voice steady. "It was chaos, but your rune and stones saved me. The Crest is stronger for it." Their bonds deepened through shared triumph.
In the female dorm, Lyra sat on her bunk, her journal open, refining her shadow veil rune. Her roommates' laughter warmed the air although her ambition was mirrored by Kelvin's resolve. The trio's unity held, a beacon across the dormitory.
The day came to an end with Kelvin lying down on his mattress awake with Xerion's fire a radiant crest in his soul. He traced his gauntlet and felt his bond at 76% synchronizing ratio, a testament to his growth.
The villagers' gratitude, Kaelus's nod, and the Crest's strength lingered and forged his resolve. The Sanctum was a crucible, but Kelvin's mission of facing the Veil, refined his bond, and lead with courage was his own, a fiery crest that would carry him, Lyra, and Darius forward, their bonds burned brighter with each shared victory.
