Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth and Nightmare slowly moved through the dense underbrush of the Wicked Forest, searching for easy prey. The sun had just risen above the treetops, illuminating the leaves with its soft light. Every now and then, a beam of light pierced through the thick foliage, casting bright spots onto the dark forest floor beneath.

Despite the possibility of being attacked, Seth couldn't feel even an ounce of fear in Nightmare—the pup belonged here. Being surrounded by arcane beasts and aether was nothing special for him.

As they continued inching through the silent woods, there was absolutely no sound apart from their own footsteps. Without warning, Nightmare froze, his ears twitching.

'Bird!' the pup said, pointing his muzzle toward a hidden oriole perched among the branches.

Its vibrant orange-and-black feathers stood out against the surrounding green leaves. Both its beak and claws appeared thicker and sharper than those of all the other orioles Seth had seen before. Although it wasn't listed in his father's encyclopedia, he had no doubt it was an arcane beast.

'I'll get it,' Seth said through their bond as he silently drew out his bow before nocking an arrow. Infusing aether into his arm, he pulled the bowstring and prepared to shoot, but paused when memories of the Tempest Hare surged in his mind and cast Identify.