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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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

In just a few steps of time, Aiden arrived in front of the inn they were staying at. He casually, calmly approached the figure standing in front and matching his gaze.

The Guard Captain looked at him, with a collected, unafraid, and neutral gaze. From the system, he remained yellow, meaning he was not hostile, but at the same time, he wasn't friendly either.

Still finding it quite perplexing, as to the Temple Guards, being the High Priest's choice of arms, should be represented by a deep, vibrant shade of red. Just like how the occasional patrols appeared around his system's map.

As he walked towards the skink man, Aiden tried to recall if he ever checked the color of his marker before. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember at all, just that he spoke very arrogantly, and was full of self-righteous just. He wanted to attack the Archbishop right there as soon as he connected the dots, and realized that he must have visited the prisoner.

Chapter 634 - Lucky Accidents