Ruchasty

In the year 3000, the Earth shattered and it was torn open by a rift between realms that unleashed ancient beasts, magical chaos, and apocalyptic storms. Civilization crumbled, giving rise to a brutal new law: Tame or be Torn Apart. Beast Tamers, bonded to mutated and other creatures now rule what remains of the world through strength, savagery, and guild-driven power.

Kelvin, a scavenger scraping by in the ruins, lives in the shadow of these warlords until he unearths Xerion, the End-Tyrant, a legendary primordial beast sealed beneath the earth. Bound by a forgotten bloodline and a cursed contract, Kelvin inherits the Sigil of the Overlord, thrusting him into a war-torn world where survival is no longer enough.

He was hunted by guilds, worshipped by outcasts, and pursued by enemies both human and monstrous, Kelvin must rise from nothing to either unite or destroy what’s left of civilization. As forbidden powers awaken and ancient truths unravel, one man and his beast stand poised to reshape the fate of a world teetering on the edge of annihilation.

The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer

In the female dorm, Lyra sat on her bunk with her journal open as she refined her shadow cloak rune, its layers were now adaptable for group stealth.

Her roommates shared stories of their beasts. Lyra's mission was to push her bond with Salaris beyond expectations and her ambition was a quiet pulse mirroring Kelvin and Darius's drive. Though, they are separated by dorms but their purpose was united, a shared quest for growth through influence.

The next morning, Kelvin woke up with a renewed energy, his bond with Xerion was a fiery anchor. Kelvin and Darius meet with Lyra in the corridor and Kelvin shared his plan to formalize the Paragon Crew, with regular sessions and a roster of tamers.

Lyra nodded and answered. "I am in. Salaris and I can mentor shadow bonds and there is a second-year with a Voidstalker who needs help." Darius grinned and his enthusiasm was infectious. "Rhoam and I will rally the brawlers. Let's make the Sanctum feel us."

The Tide Of Confidence