The Primal Hunter

Jake knew he wasn’t exactly a tracker. He could track a little, and his senses were sharper than ever. With some clues, his tracking skill would allow him to chase mana signatures and other signs, though, of course, there were many who were significantly more qualified. Jacob was probably the best on the planet, but there had to be many more who were far more effective than Jake. Something he felt like he did need to voice.

“While I can track, I am not exactly good at it compared to others. I am sure you can ask some seer or something who is far better at it,” Jake said.

It was primarily that she wanted to find her family, which meant it was solely a tracking job. Jake had kind of assumed she needed help tracking some powerful beast or something, but if it was just some humans, she could find far better. Jake had kind of assumed she asked him because fighting strong stuff would be involved.

“I am already on it and have worked with some to boil down the general area. However, it looks like they are on the other side of a large body of water. Based on some space mages from Midtgaard, it is probably around where that guy Arthur and many of the independent factions are located,” Carmen explained but still didn’t address one point.

“I am still sure you can find better once you get there, and if you wanted assistance getting across this body of water, you could have just asked for that,” Jake answered a bit suspiciously.

Carmen just sighed. “Yeah, but I want someone to help who isn’t affiliated with Valhal or anything like that. This is purely a personal thing.”

Jake finally nodded. “Okay, fine. Do you have any plans on when you want to go and how we are supposed to get there? You know, all the logistics.”

“No fucking idea quite yet, but from what I hear, the space mages in a nearby port-city should soon have a circle up and running. Once that works, I can get word to Miranda, and she can contact you about getting to the port? It will be a bit from Haven, but hopefully, the teleportation network will reach there by then, making the journey not too annoying,” Carmen answered. “I know you are currently busy elsewhere, but you can return to our universe, right?”

“I can,” Jake nodded. “How do you know I am not on Earth currently? And does everyone know?”

“Miranda told me, and no, I don’t think others know. Apparently, you are super hard to track. Ah, but don’t blame her for telling me. She did it after getting permission from those gods who blessed her. By the way, how does that work? I thought you could only be blessed by one god at a time,” Carmen explained, quickly derailing herself into a barely tangentially-related question.

“A mix of god stuff and system-fuckery, I reckon,” Jake answered incredibly accurately.

“Makes sense,” Carmen nodded, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Well, it did make sense as much as any other answer. “We have an agreement then? I will tell Miranda, and then she will send a response back? Don’t worry, I already got ways of contacting her. Or, well, she's got ways of contacting me with her weird witchy magic.”

“Miranda does have weird witchy magic,” Jake nodded in understanding. He had to admit, he had no fucking clue how any of her skills worked. Even as he began learning a bit about formations and such, he only came to realize her magic was even more complicated and reliant on an entirely different school of thought than the kind of magic Jake wanted to learn.

The two of them kept talking a bit longer about random stuff as Jake learned how Carmen was taught. Apparently, she could set up virtual battlefields of some sort and fight echoes of individuals located pretty much anywhere, even in other universes. The echoes had corresponding magic circles on their end set up by Valhal to facilitate all this, with Carmen essentially being a summoner. These echoes couldn’t actually interact with anything non-simulated outside the battlefield, but it was still an incredibly valuable tool.

of fighting but war as a concept, which had also led to Valdemar being called the God of War. Legends spawned from war, the songs of bards, the concept of morale, armies clashing, celebrating after a victory, or dealing with the emotions after a lost battle. All of this was part of what Valhal stood for, and in many ways, they were a truly neutral

Valdemar had picked up his axe and led what was known as a Warband into battle. Individuals of all grades, hundreds of gods, descending all at once with no regard for their lives, caring for nothing but a good battle and to die with

Jake had never heard of before and consisted of some of the most powerful Ectognamorphs in existence, led by a large coalition of powerful

wanted a

Malefic Viper. Most wars only involved the mortals, but if Valhal went to war, they pulled out all the stops and made it a war where one side was annihilated. Meanwhile, Villy would ensure that even if the other side won, it would bring about so much devastation

of course, and members of Valhal were primarily known as incredibly powerful mercenaries who joined the side they agreed with the most in a conflict. Carmen even told Jake it often

and Jake felt like he would have fit in pretty damn well. Carmen

it was normal to fight friends or former colleagues. I was in quite a small town with only one noteworthy gym, and I often ended up fighting people in tournaments I had trained with and gotten along with before. That didn’t mean I would show the slightest restraint in the ring, though. The same

beast corpses as he found it disrespectful. His opinion had eventually been refined, and Jake now no longer cared as much about a concept such as honor. He had his own rules of sorts,

worthwhile death. Jake viewed dying to anything else than a good fight as a nightmare. Carmen was like him, also a battle maniac, and as they talked, they both looked back on the fight with the Monarch of Blood fondly,

the way, is it fine for us to talk in here? People may start rumors we are plotting an alliance or something,” Jake suddenly asked jokingly. “Not that

closer to Haven and the old swordsman, so

wasn’t at the World Congress, which was a

or if they were just too busy doing other stuff. He is there with a party of five, and he would only bring one of

Jake nodded. “You done the dungeon?

get a bit behind his profession if he kept focusing on alchemy within the Order. So a good dungeon would be a great way to catch up on

in there once but didn’t clear it. It seemed okayish. It was a plant dungeon, and most of the enemies were around level 140. It was not that hard, honestly, and I saw nothing that could take down Sven and his party at all, but it was large and annoying to navigate as the entire dungeon seemed to rearrange itself constantly with a lot of ambush predators

if he wanted to even do that dungeon if he could. 140 was way too low for him, though it was possible more powerful foes would

did you beat that

bunch of overpowered bullshit items meant to specifically counter him, a lot of luck, me being awesome, and

King title, but that doesn’t make him a good leader. Shit, you are an Earl, and I wouldn’t want you leading even a

in bringing down the King if he gets

but that doesn’t mean I think for even a

a noble so far is

when you think

“Sure is.”