Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth’s golden eyes widened as he stared at Nightmare. The pup had talked to him… through his mind.

'I… I can hear you,' Seth thought, delving into the strange connection that stirred and pulsed between them. He could feel Nightmare's excitement and gratitude flooding through the bond they now shared.

'I too!' the direwolf replied, his thoughts a chaotic jumble of emotions surging into Seth’s mind.

The pup’s voice sounded like a toddler’s, yet what Seth heard weren’t actual words. Rather, it was the senses and the meaning behind them, conveyed through emotions and desires—as if they were sharing each other's thoughts. Nightmare being a part of him, and him being a part of the pup.

'I’m not sure how to explain it,' Seth said through their bond. 'It's like if we're speaking in our own language through Link.'

Nightmare tilted his head to the side. 'What’s Link?'

Seth shared his memory of casting the spell, showing the pup images of what he had seen back then. “The spell that binds us together.”

Nightmare's response was a surge of joy and eagerness, his emotions bubbling over like an excited child discovering a new game. Seth could feel the direwolf's overwhelming desire to explore the world together—with him. His new friend.

As Seth smiled at the pup, a thought crossed his mind. Could Link even be cast on another human? The spell was tailored for Primalists, and the more he mulled it over, the more obvious it became: it was designed to bond with arcane beasts.

Seth turned to the snake’s lifeless body and picked up both severed halves to examine them closely. The emerald scales shimmered softly in the sunlight filtering through the trees’ leaves. He could sense remnants of aether that had once coursed through its body gradually fading away.