Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Pushing himself up as his entire body screamed in protest, Seth looked over at Nightmare. 'You okay?'

'Yeah,' the direwolf answered while limping toward a shallow alcove in the cavern wall. 'It's not like you could give me a potion, anyway.'

Seth grimaced. Nightmare was right. The distortion field's chaotic aether was still prickling against his skin. It had rendered his Protecting Belt, his bracelet, and his Storing Ring useless during the fight. And now, it locked away the healing potions in his Endless Pouch, leaving all three of them to bleed and suffer. He made a grim mental note to keep at least a few vials out and able to be used once they were out of the field.

He glanced at Kaelen, who was slumped against the wall, one hand pressed hard against his bleeding flank. "You'll make it?"

"Yeah," the assassin grunted, then glared at him through a curtain of dark, sweat-soaked hair. "Great idea you had, by the way."

"We won, didn't we?" Seth retorted with a shrug and limped toward the glittering blue crystal the Ice Elemental had left behind.

He crouched, his ribs screaming at the movement, and picked it up. It wasn't a beaststone; it was too clear, too pure, pulsing with a faint inner light. He cast Intermediate Identify.