Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

The Spirit's formless body hovered just above the forest floor, drifting like charcoal smoke in the dim light. Seth looked at it for a heartbeat, then glanced toward the sky, where the exact copy of the creature still lingered against the bruised colors of the setting sun.

"What was that spell you used?" the Spirit asked. Its voice carried a low, rasping hum, but there was a sharp intent behind it. "The one that shattered that assassin's Umbral Sphere and devoured the aether of his Instant-Spell scroll."

Seth frowned. He'd assumed the Spirit was there to lecture him or warn him about Lumi. Unlike Nightmare and Colossus, she wasn't a contracted beast, and he had half expected her participation to be against the rules. Yet the Spirit didn't seem interested in her in the slightest. Instead, it had come to question him about a spell. Seth hadn't expected the creature to be this nosy—or this blunt.

He remained silent for a moment, then lowered his gaze to his hand and cast Intermediate Identify on himself.