Shaele

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?

Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence.

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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

http://discord.link/Shaele

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This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. 

Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

The Last Primal

Looking back to the situation over at the two opposing forces at the entrance to the rebel camp, with all their gained momentum and disciplined force, the two forces have clashed in a loud and violent manner.

With all their strength, the incoming Core Group of the Temple Guards have charged into the towering steady line of shields. Their attack carried a tremendous amount of strength, causing a loud sound emission to traverse and fill the surroundings.

Yet, even though with all that strength, all their garnered momentum, the sturdy line of giant metal shields didn't break apart, but only slightly dented, which the Elite Fighters standing behind them rewarded with muffled grunts and groans only.

Chapter 591 - Battle of Survival (Part 1)