Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

The torch flame cast flickering shadows that danced along the rough-hewn walls as Seth ventured deeper into the mountain. The air grew heavier with every step, heavy with raw, untamed Earth aether that washed over him in near-tangible waves. Nightmare moved out of the necklace and walked beside him, the direwolf's paws making almost no sound on the stone floor.

The tunnel twisted and sloped downward, and after barely a few dozen yards, it opened into a small, circular chamber. At its center, bathed in the torch’s glow, stood a broad, flat rock that looked remarkably like a natural altar. Resting upon it was a stone.

It was unlike anything Seth had ever seen before: roughly the size of his head, it was a deep, resonant brown, streaked with thick veins of unpolished quartz that seemed to pulse with a faint internal light. It continuously radiated aether that vibrated deep within Seth’s bones. This has to be it.

Seth immediately cast Intermediate Identify.