The initial moments of the Aether Priming were very difficult. Not only for Scorch but for Jethro as well.
Because of the fires of the forest, the prolonged heat was starting to get to him. Every breath Jethro drew scraped like molten sandpaper down his throat, searing his lungs.
The aether also had its effect. It weakened him, creating purple veins through his flesh. This caused the beastlinker to blare once again, the persistent crimson screen appearing like an angry guardian.
[WARNING: AETHERIC NECROSIS IS PROGRESSING]
[FLAME-AETHER TOXICITY: CRITICAL]
[TAMER VITALS: DECLINING - HEART RATE ELEVATED, RESPIRATORY DISTRESS]
Jethro glanced at the notification with a silent determination in his eyes. Once again, he ignored it.
His body was heating up, his heart was pounding, but his entire focus was still locked on the tiny, trembling form of Scorch, swimming precariously in the fire lake.
