Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Still lying on the cold floor of the cave, Seth closed his eyes and pushed his consciousness inward, examining his core. Nestled in his chest next to his Well, the thing was gradually returning to a dormant state, reabsorbing all the mysterious energy it had unleashed earlier.

It felt like a long-lost part of him—something he’d always possessed, even before using Kreytorus’ Legacy to learn Link, but had never tapped into. It was an inner beast he'd inadvertently awakened, which was now serving him as his greatest weapon. A weapon he had to hone and master.

As Seth started to sit up, a surge of energy coming from Nightmare coursed through their bond. The direwolf was still lying on the ground, but within his body, his Well was burning with aether, pulsing fiercely, each beat stronger than the last.

He’s breaking through to the Iron Tier, Seth realized, feeling a torrent of aether pouring through Link and flooding into his own body. His weary muscles seemed to rejuvenate almost instantly, while the searing pain and exhaustion vanished in seconds. I'm growing too.

Nightmare’s eyes, previously clouded with pain and fatigue, were now gleaming. Scrambling on his paws, the direwolf turned to the left, staring at a large boulder a dozen feet away. Then, suddenly, he vanished and leapt out from the rock’s shadow.

Seth’s jaw dropped. 'Did you just… freaking teleport!?'

'No,' Nightmare answered, coming back toward him. 'I walked through the shadows, using them as a bridge from one spot to another.'

'That’s the same damn thing!' Seth exclaimed, channeling aether into Identify’s grooves.