The Primal Hunter

Jake woke up in his new huge mansion bed after a well-deserved rest. He had taken a nap to rejuvenate himself and felt thankful that was still an option. Jake had learned some races didn’t know how to sleep and never became able to, no matter if they gained human form or not. He was grateful that at least he would never lose his ability to, only the need for sleep. Sleeping was nice.

Sitting up in the bed, he saw he had slept only three or so hours. He stretched a bit before he got up and headed to the library to finally figure out what the hell a Soulflame was. He had already checked the Viper’s drop of blood using Sagacity and found nothing, and the crystal he gained from the lesson didn’t include a description either.

He would also leave Meira alone for her task, so he went to find the books himself. Not that he would necessarily have asked her either way. Jake was a big boy who could go to the library all by himself.

The library was huge and naturally came pre-stocked with books. All of them centered around D-grade alchemy and general knowledge. In the middle was a large tome that served as an index of sorts, and Jake went over and opened it. A projection of a list appeared, and with mental commands, Jake searched for the name Soulflame.

It returned a few thousand results, so Jake tried with something more precise.

He narrowed it down a few more times until he finally found a book just called: Soulflames! Beware!

It was a picture book. For children.

Perfection.

Jake quickly tracked it down as he took it out from the shelf, and it truly was a colorful picture book. It had a picture of a flame on the cover with two small, scaled children, staring at it. Jake couldn’t wait as he opened it and began reading it. Well, reading was a strong word as it was light on text and heavy on colorful pictures.

He skimmed it for fun but quickly found it wasn’t what he had hoped for. It was more a warning than a guide on Soulflames for children not to absorb any. So, by context clues, now Jake at least knew Soulflames were something you absorbed.,

Deciding to not mess around anymore, Jake went and actually found a real book on the subject. This one had the far more normal name: Locating, Identifying & Understanding Soulflames For Beginners.

Could he have just asked Villy? Sure, but he had an entire library to himself, so why not make use of it? The library also came with comfortable armchairs, so Jake found one and took a seat as he started reading.

So… Soulflames.

Soulflames were not some skill rank or something you ”made”; instead, it was something you found. Soulflames were a special kind of natural treasure found throughout the multiverse, but they were scarce and often quite dangerous and incredibly difficult to find due to appearing in dangerous places.

A Soulflame formed when an environment reached a certain threshold, and an elemental was about to be born and awaken spirituality, but somehow it failed and turned into a Soulflame instead. It was just not truly a living object, but somehow it managed to retain a fragment of a Truesoul from what Jake gathered, making it a potent item.

have partial properties of living beings. It did not have levels, but it could grow independent of anyone or anything else. It was not in the same vein that other items grew either. Items just grew with time and absorbed atmospheric mana while being compatible for upgrades, but a Soulflame needed to ”learn” and upgrade itself. Because while a Soulflame did not

but it wasn’t as simple as finding one. Firstly, Soulflames had rarities, and while they could be upgraded, it was difficult. The only way to upgrade a Soulflame was to have it absorb similar Soulflames in order to ”learn” from them,

rare were often not viewed as

magic, and while he could absorb a Soulflame

these Soulflames and making them a part of themselves by integrating them into their Truesouls, like they were Soulbound items. This process also integrated the Soulflame with their Alchemical Flame and effectively permanently merged the two. Big focus on the word permanently because once a Soulflame and an Alchemical Flame were merged, it was viewed as permanent. The book did mention methods of undoing it and unbinding a Soulflame existed but also emphasized it would come with severe

downgrade the rarity of his Alchemical Flame to common, and based on the nature of the Soulflame, potentially make his

Soulflame. Soulflames weren’t necessary, even if they were good to have, and an alchemist with a Soulflame and one without at a similar rarity and level would be unequal. However, it was far easier just to upgrade your own Alchemical Flame to higher rarities and

merged with Alchemical Flame, adding another layer of difficulty to the upgrade process while ”locking in” the nature of the flame

happen. Transmuting one was not possible due to their state as semi-living entities. Giving

what a Soulflame was, the next

get one? And should

surprise of absolutely no one, the easiest way to obtain a Soulflame was to just buy one. Alchemists had devised methods of trapping Soulflames and sealing them for later sale, but

even read many examples of people dying to Soulflames that they tried to capture. The only thing more dangerous than capturing

obscene amounts of money on a Soulflame would find themselves killed or crippled in the process of absorbing them. The book Jake had found did not touch on any absorption methods but did

truly answer. It was the kind of thing Jake would only know if he ever came

and sent a message towards an Elder of the Dragonflight. The information he included resulted in an instantaneous

he went towards the territory of the local Emberflight Clan. The Emberflight Clan was a Dragonflight consistent of thousands of branches spread throughout the multiverse in many different sectors and planets. They had naturally also chosen to have a presence on Primordial-4 due to the vicinity of the

alchemy. The Order was a great place to send their young and for them to learn

home of the local branch leader. It was a Grand Elder of the Emberflight Clan that had stepped into the realms of divinity dozens

the sky like a pillar of the world, extending an impossible distance. The heat emanating from the Peak halfway up would be enough to kill a C-grade, and the chamber of the Grand Elder was something Albaromoz as

as it swung open, inviting him in. This was only his second time there, with the first time being when

hall of gold with countless precious treasures scattered throughout. A single pillar of the hall would rival the wealth

truly a wonderous Dragon Cave, far better

as Albaromoz felt the pressure, and he instantly kneeled. A being appeared

Patron. He looked up and saw the horned woman, wearing a deep red dress that looked to be burning as she stood in the middle of

echoed throughout the hall. Albaromoz felt the barriers fully up as their conversation

just on the chance I am correct. The ambient mana surrounding him was fresh, not from here. His knowledge seemed surface-level at best, even if he had deep insights into certain elements. Additionally, he somehow possessed enough Academy Credits to attend my lesson, which means he must have a backer within the Order. He was the last one to sign up for the lesson, too, despite it being available for two years… and he signed up the day the new batch from the ninety-third

”Elaborate.”

Fireplume’s, at least it felt as such. Yet he was no god as he possessed a blessing. Coupled with my belief, he is one of