Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth turned to face an Undead Giant panting a dozen feet away, the ruins of the Dark Elemental city stretching out around them. At his feet, a second identical creature lay still, its chest ripped open by five deep slashes. Green blood trickled from its mouth and seeped from the wounds to pool on the cracked stone beneath. Beside the corpse, three black crystals glinted in the dim light.

For three days, Seth had slain every convoy that had returned to the city. This was his most successful ambush yet: three Dark Elementals and an Undead Giant, all slain before the end of Dusk Scythes' duration. Nevertheless, he was baffled each time a new group arrived. He'd assumed word of the city's fall would have spread among the creatures and the convoys would stop coming. Their persistence suggested many outposts lay deeper in the cave than Seth had thought.

Ahead, the remaining Undead Giant growled, a spittle flying from between the twin tusks that jutted up from its lower jaw. Seth held his ground, playing the waiting game as he cast Intermediate Identify.