CHAPTER 38: THE BIRTH OF THE PRIMORDIAL TAMER

In the silent underground of the Shattered Tower, where the sanctuary of the secret guild The Core was located, the four thrones remained motionless — but the minds of their occupants were buzzing with data, hypotheses, and disturbing revelations.

In the center of the octagonal room, suspended by runic chains, a fragment of magical crystal flickered with irregular pulses. Encoded within it, in lines of pulsating light, were the data captured from the bond between Eren Vale and the spider called Morwynn.

"The degree of synchronicity is absurdly unstable... and yet, functional," whispered Vaen, the Throne of Systemology, his eyes shining behind magical lenses. "The system not only tolerates the bond... it reorganizes it, adapting to it. As if it recognizes a higher truth."

Kelna, the Throne of Biothermy, walked around the crystal with an expression mixed with scientific desire and almost personal ecstasy.

"It shares status... but not in the conventional way. It’s not a transfer. It’s fusion. A crossing of essences. Energy matrix and biological pattern. Pure symbiosis."

Lorith, the Throne of Psychodynamics, was writing frantically in a grimoire. Her face was flushed, her fingers stained with ink and sweat.

"The type of bond... is emotional, yes, but there’s something more. It’s as if the very identity of the monsters molds to his desire. He doesn’t just tame them... he transforms them. He reveals them. This isn’t control — it’s psychic evangelization."

Rethar, of Fragmented Theurgy, murmured prayers while pouring drops of ether over the runic bones arranged before him.

"His presence shatters ancient dogmas. No deity would accept such fusion with the profane. And yet, the system does not punish. Do you know what this means? The system... accepts. This isn’t just a bug. It’s revelation."

Vaen tightened his fingers around his pen and smiled.

"We are witnessing the birth of the first true Primordial Tamer."

"Are you saying he is the origin?" Kelna asked, surprised.

"Not the origin," Vaen turned, with the calm of someone already convinced. "But the convergence. The apex. What all tamers tried to be... and failed. He doesn’t command monsters with force or training. He connects them through something that transcends contract, mana, faith, or intimidation."

Rethar struck the staff on the ground.

"The prophecy of the rupture. Remember? ’He who tames not by hand, nor by faith, nor by blood — but by the divided soul.’ I thought it was a metaphor..."

Lorith interrupted, her voice trembling:

"It’s not. He is that. The metaphor incarnate. And... there’s more." She turned the grimoire. "The records of the bond with Kaela, the lupine. Did you see her increase in cognition? In speech? That was after a sequence of intimate events. He awakens cognitive and emotional evolution through the physical bond. And I verified: the system rewarded this with maximum affinity and shared abilities release."

Kelna stopped.

"He has sex with the creatures."

Vaen didn’t react. He just murmured:

"He... merges with them. Literally."

"That is... unacceptable," Rethar whispered, with a slight tremor. "A heresy to the standard of biological purity."

Kelna let out a short laugh.

"And yet, the result is perfect. Kaela gained human traits. Nyssa stabilized form. Morwynn developed a protective instinct. He brings them closer... to the human. And himself, to the monster."

Vaen crossed his arms, his mind racing.

"Have you reviewed the combat data from the last battle? Even wounded, even without direct tactics, he survived the attack of two inquisitor knights. And now, there’s another bond: a spectral entity named Sylha. He now manipulates even fragments of death."

Lorith closed her eyes for a moment.

"Eren Vale is not a tamer. He is an interface. A link between everything the system tried to keep separate: the wild and the rational, the sacred and the impure, the spiritual and the physical."

Rethar fell to his knees.

"He is... the beginning of the end. The end of faith. The end of the guilds. The end of the order as we know it."

Vaen looked at the crystal. The data flickered.

"No. He is the beginning of the new. The guild The Core was created to observe, study... but now, we need to choose. If we want to survive in the world to come, we will have to be by his side."

Kelna smiled. A smile that seemed almost predatory.

"Or within him."

The mystical silence of the chamber was broken by the sharp sound of vibrating runes. A ring of red light formed in the air like a crack in the fabric of space, and from it emerged the small winged figure, writhing in contained rage.

The fairy of Hagan.

"Where... is... he?" she asked, her voice tinkling like cracking glass. Her wings beating violently, sending ethereal sparks through the air.

Vaen didn’t lift his eyes from the data mirror. He simply replied:

"Alive. Walking. Analyzing. Manipulating. On an approach route with Barovik."

"That I already know, you bureaucratic sack of flesh," the fairy spat. "You told me he was going to approach Barovik. It’s been two days. And he’s still... stuck in a haunted forest?"

Rethar raised his eyes, serenely:

"The environment is not just haunted. It’s sensorially distorted. A natural trap, perhaps ancestral. The path he walks curves upon itself like a loop. The perception of time and space is altered. He’s moving forward... but not moving at all."

The fairy clenched her tiny fists.

"And no one thought to warn him? He’s walking in circles."

"He is not walking in circles," Vaen murmured, still engrossed in the data flows. "The path is revealing itself to him. He is being filtered. Tested. The system is observing what he carries, who follows him... and what he desires."

The fairy huffed. She hovered in the air like a floating thorn, her eyes shining with anger.

"You are obsessed with this tamer. Malrik is mobilizing paladins. The Order is more aggressive than ever. If Barovik falls completely, the southern Tamers’ network will collapse. And you still play at techno-mystic cult?"

Lorith, who had been silent until then, stood up. Her expression was of someone listening to something deeper than words — empty eyes, but with a hungry gleam behind them.

"He is the epicenter. The mistake that became doctrine. The man who seduced the beasts and now seduces the universe. All faith, all logic, all symmetry... will crumble before him."

The fairy twirled in the air and pointed a shining finger at her.

"You’re the worst of all. You keep writing ridiculous fanfics about him. And now you’re here, drooling while he gets lost in the woods."

"Fanfic?" Lorith laughed softly. "I’m writing the new historical narrative. And Eren Vale is the protagonist. The archetype of rupture. What the Ancestral Tamers predicted and feared."

This made the fairy stop. She narrowed her eyes.

"Ancestral Tamers?"

Vaen and Kelna exchanged a quick glance. But it was Lorith who answered.

"That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually." She turned to the other thrones, her voice low and grave, laden with intent. "We’ve reached a breaking point. It’s clear he has surpassed all possible simulations. He is the one. The perfect variable."

Kelna scratched her chin.

"And...?"

"And it’s time for us to become more than mere observers." Lorith walked to the center of the chamber, where the data mirror still pulsed with echoes of the bond between Eren and Nyssa. "We will attract him. Not with threats. Not with false alliances. But with what he truly wants."

Vaen raised an eyebrow.

"Information?"

"Truth," Lorith replied. "We will offer him data on the Order of the Ancestral Tamers. The mythical group that first created doctrines on the absolute bond. Those who disappeared because... they dared to do what he does now."

Rethar crossed his arms.

"You want to open the sacred archives?"

"Yes." Lorith smiled. "The ones of absolute level. Those sealed after the Haelys Incident."

The fairy frowned.

"That’s dangerous. If he knows too much..."

"He already knows too much," Vaen interrupted. "And yet he continues to evolve. That’s what you don’t understand. He’s not trying to destroy the system. He’s discovering how to make it intimate. How to seduce the code itself."

Rethar hesitated but then nodded slowly.

"The Throne of Psychodynamics has the right to propose psychic triggers. The proposal is valid."

Kelna let out a sigh, almost relieved.

"If we’re going to intervene... let it be now. Before the Order of the Flaming Eye gets to him before us."

The fairy hovered in the air, eyes half-closed.

"You will inform me of his next move. No delays. No poetry. Just coordinates."

Vaen nodded.

"We are tracking the residual mana flow. As soon as he exits the distortion field, we will know."

"And then?" Rethar asked. "What happens when he learns about the Order of the Ancestral Tamers?"

Lorith smiled.

"The story changes. And if we’re lucky... he invites us to write it with him."

The light of the central crystal flickered one last time. Eren’s figure appeared in ethereal hologram for a brief second — standing in the middle of the forest, eyes half-closed, as if he already knew he was being watched.

And then he vanished.