He Who Hunts Demons Chapter 9: 9-Primal Trait

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9-Primal Trait I sat there with my arms folded, confused as I studied the golden words hovering before my eyes. The first thing I took note of was the—apparently—race of Wyg, enlightening myself that a dog-like monster with black fur and four red eyes was what was known as a Quatratis. Then my attention shifted towards the advancement in my ‘level’, what was called a Primal Trait, and finally, the gift I had received. Those three were the main culprits of my confusion. For the first, after a second or two of squinting, I came to the quick conclusion that the level was as a means of quantifying my progress in my strength and ability, based on the words that preceded it. I was shocked though, that I had previously been at level 0. I knew I was weak in this body, but I hadn’t thought I was that weak. However, despite how humbling that revelation was, I assumed that was most likely because it was judging based on the supernatural—which was, in all honesty, fair. I wasn’t one of them…yet. As for the Primal Trait, this one was a lot more complex. From what I knew of the words primal and trait, I assumed it meant that I had been granted something primitive in this Dreamscape as a result of my carnivorous showcase about a minute ago. However, I didn’t feel any different. I was still the same Elmer trapped in a stranger’s body. What exactly did this trait do? What exactly did it grant me? My eyes caught the body of the Quatratis near me, its tongue sagging out of its mouth and its stomach ripped open as a result of my actions. I was instantly reminded of its mate, and the fact that it had survived and escaped, broaching the possibility of it returning with backup. It was neither the time nor place to be dissecting the Dreamscape nor why I kept seeing the golden words and what they meant. I could do that when I got back to the underground cave. Groaning, I rose to my feet. Even though the pain from my battle had vanished, my body still reminded me that I had pushed it too far with the various snapping sounds my bones made. Well, hopefully I would never have to do that again, just as long as I could find the missing shard, get it to Paradise, and escape this realm. Hmmm… Is that what the gift meant by ‘hints’? I thought to myself as my curiosity was suddenly heightened. I needed to get back quickly so I could figure that out. Picking up my newest weapons, I hurried out of the cave, hoping to get back to Bel before whatever predators lurking in the dead of night crawled out of their holes. The blizzard was no longer as strong as it had been earlier, echoing through the plains, and the sky was getting darker. However, for some reason, it didn’t feel like my vision was being impaired at all. I could see very clearly, even far better than when it was brighter. My brows jumped up as a weird answer for that strangeness crept into my head. Perhaps this was as a result of my Primal Trait? It was called Hunter, after all; and from what I knew, not only as a hunter myself, but from history, the best of hunters had no trouble hunting in the dark. In fact, most preferred it. It was not a reach that I suspected my sudden change in eyesight was because of it. However, I couldn’t also put it past myself that the trait had nothing to do with it. For as long as I could remember, my vision was damaged. I’d never walked in the night without my glasses until now, so I possessed zero clue as to how things would seem to me in the dark without a damaged vision. Perhaps this was because this current body of mine didn’t have the same issues as my real body, and it had nothing to do with this Primal Trait. But when I got closer to the underground cave, I began to have a rethink. A chill crawled up my spine and there was a tingle in my limbs, not from the cold, but from a sense of foreboding that spread over me like a canopy. In the next instant, a sharp, pungent smell struck my nose. I spread an arm over my nose, wincing as though I was approaching a sewer. But t