Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Both Colossus and Nightmare let out rough, exhausted breaths, then the direwolf stepped over the assassin's cooling corpse and looked at Seth's shoulder. 'Are you alright?'

"Yeah," Seth grunted, his voice tight with pain. "Just be ready to move. We don't know how close the other units are. They could be on us any minute."

Drawing a shaky breath, he cradled his dangling left arm with his right hand and made his way to a nearby cedar tree. Bracing his back against the trunk, he set his jaw and yanked his shoulder back into its socket.

A sickening pop echoed through the clearing.

Seth hissed through his teeth, vision flashing white. After a few seconds, he forced his fingers to move, then tried to rotate the joint. It responded—but the pain remained sharp, far worse than it should have been with a simple dislocation.

That dagger and that scroll certainly did some damage, he thought with a wince.

Lumi hovered near his chest, paws glowing as she cast her basic healing spell on his torso for the second time. Seth looked down at the anxious Luminous Otter and gave her a small, strained smile.

"I'm fine, Lumi," he whispered. "Go heal Colossus and Nightmare. They're both still bleeding."

Lumi tilted her head, her large eyes blinking with obvious confusion. She stayed rooted to his shoulder until Seth pointed toward the giant scorpion and the direwolf. Understanding finally dawned on her, and she flew toward Seth's two companions.

As the otter started mending the deep cracks in Colossus' shell, Nightmare turned his attention to the corpse of the Hurricane Eagle. The direwolf used his fangs to rip open the chest of the beast, tearing through the reinforced feathers until he'd reached the inside.

Seth turned his gaze back to Morsh and cast Intermediate Identify on his equipment.