Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Staring down at the brown-and-amber egg, Seth swallowed the very little saliva left in his mouth. 'Do you think I should—'

'Yes,' Nightmare answered before he could finish. 'If the bird killed that thing’s mother, it must have been Silver.'

'What if it was killed by something else?'

The direwolf stepped closer, sniffing along the egg’s cracked surface where deep claw marks scarred the shell. 'Those scavengers couldn’t break it… it’s certainly not Copper.'

Seth’s lips tightened together, his gaze studying the egg before shifting to the surrounding carcass. Sure, making a bond in a place like this was dangerous, but the odds of stumbling across another similar opportunity in the near future were close to zero—if not actually zero.

'Alright,' he finally said, taking a deep breath.

Seth moved closer to the egg and sat in the shade of one of the large pieces of remains that jutted out from the sand. He closed his eyes, waiting patiently for his Well to refill. With no idea how much aether would be needed to form the bond, it was best to play it safe and wait until he was fully replenished—which, with the absurdly high aether density of this place, would take less than ten minutes. As he waited, he cast Intermediate Identify.