Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth slowly pushed the creature's corpse off him and stood up, wincing as his fingers brushed the wound on his shoulder—which had not yet stopped gushing. With the battle fever now gone, the throbbing pain was intensifying with each heartbeat.

Pressing firmly onto the bleeding, Seth scanned his surroundings. The flickering runes on the walls cast an eerie light, their shifting glow painting restless shadows across the chamber. Spotting the darkest corner, he made his way there and slumped down, leaning heavily against the cold stone.

From his pouch, he retrieved one of Marcus’ Healing Potions, bit the cork loose, and spit it aside before downing the red liquid in a single gulp. A familiar, comforting warmth then spread throughout his body and slowly pooled into his shoulder. A tingling sensation rose seconds later inside his wound, and gradually, blood stopped oozing out from under his hand.

Releasing the pressure, he glanced at the Ghoul's corpse sprawled in the middle of the room. Weeks ago, Professor Reat had praised him for slaying a beast five Ranks above his own, not knowing about Nightmare's help—now, it was different.

Seth had taken down that hideous thing alone. Sure, he had almost died, but the outcome remained the same.