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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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

As Captain Don and the first team turned to look at the tall blood-drenched amazon pulling, tugging a large monstrous severed head along whilst smiling like a spoiled little princess that was just gifted her umpteenth sweet candy, they were shocked beyond belief.

Even Sara was left speechless at the weird sight. Unable to come up with any word for the scene, she could only sigh and shake her head, deciding to not be bothered with it instead. Whatever the reason was, it would only serve to exhaust her even further. Spending the day and dealing with one devil was enough, attending to another was too much.

"W-what in the…" Captain Don stammered, raising his arm and shakily pointing to the oversized insectoid monster's trophy. Albeit several hours have passed, the tugged grotesque object was still drawing a now-thinner trail of gore behind. The serpentine route their small team took was clearly shown in the golden-brown sand behind them.

Chapter 608 - The Curious Case of the Severed Head