Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth waited in front of the Primalist Den as the sun of the Rift reached its highest point above him. Marcus arrived a few minutes after Seth, yet the old Alchemist barely glanced at Seth before turning away. "Come."

Seth hurried to keep pace as the old man led him through the crowded thoroughfares. They'd just begun crossing a particularly opulent district of Asethka when the sound of a large, excited crowd drew Seth's attention.

In the center of a vast plaza, hundreds of people were gathered before a redwood dais. Seth didn't recognize any of the crests stitched into the fine clothes or gleaming equipment borne by most of the groups, but the glitter of the crowd's jewelry made it clear they were people of both wealth and prestige. At the front of the stage, an impeccably dressed man stood beside two items displayed under shimmering glass domes. Each was flanked by two guards in black plate armor, the weight of whose presence dwarfed the Royal Guards back in Western Castle.

Seth slowed his pace, his curiosity piqued. One of the items was a single, magnificent feather that glowed with a soft inner light and seemed to radiate waves of pure Fire aether. The other looked like a gnarled vein of a strange, rainbow-hued metal.

He instinctively cast Intermediate Identify on both.