Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

The evening was cool and crisp as Seth stumbled out of the Rift, the sun barely visible on the distant horizon. Hand on his dagger’s handle, he scanned the surroundings, especially the long shadow behind the massive rocks, yet found no sign of other members of the Black Hounds.

I’ve got probably a bit of time before the leader realizes they’re dead, he thought while setting off toward Arthuri, Nightmare still within the teardrop necklace. I’ll need to keep an eye on the communication orbs. If a message goes out soon, my window could be a lot shorter.

As Seth walked, he transferred all the loot from the two Black Hounds' Endless Pouch into his own to sell it later on. There were in total eight weapons—two Iron and six Copper—along with half a dozen armor pieces, eight sets of enchanted shackles, seven Escape Scrolls, and various resources. Although everything seemed valuable with their Uncommon- or Rare-grade, four blue vials stood out. Seth grabbed one of them and Identified it.