After the days stress and gisting the trio retired to sleep, after a while when everyone had slept off Kelvin sat on the floor with his legs crossed.
Lyra and Darius sprawled nearby with their notes and soul stones scattered across the table and the remnants of the day's relentless study and training.
The Sanctum's grind had left them drained, but the fire in Kelvin's chest burned brighter than ever, fueled by the Inner Sanctum's looming presence.
"Still awake?" Lyra's asked with her voice very low, her eyes was half-closed as she leaned against Salaris, the raptor's head tucked under her wing. "You are going to burn out if you keep staring at that shard."
Kelvin's fingers tightened around the relic as its warmth pulsed in synchronization with his bond with Xerion. "I can not help it. The Sanctum is pushing us harder every day. I feel it that something is coming our."
