The reprimand which Lyra received for sleeping over in the male dormitory had burdened her so much and kept her away from her click at night, but it only deepened their commitment to the Sanctum's discipline.
The Obsidian Division was a crucible, and the trio's triumphs in the Proving Grounds had raised the stakes and respect for them. The Inner Sanctum's shadow loomed larger and its next challenge was a whisper in the air, urging them to push harder.
Kelvin woke up before dawn to glance through his book, the dorm was quiet save for the soft clink of Rhoam's armored plates as the panther shifted in sleep and the faint hum of Xerion's breathing, the End-Tyrant's obsidian scales which was reflecting the pre-dawn glow.
Kelvin's gauntlet, etched with Xerion's sigil as it pulsed faintly on his wrist as a constant reminder of their bond's strength.
