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

The bright daylight still glaring brightly, even though their master, the rotund ball of fire, had already crossed over its zenith and was slowly crossing into the descending curve of its repetitious arc, the grand battle amidst the ruins of the ancient city was still going on.

Many individual battles were fought in the thick of the battlefield. Copious amounts of blood were spilled, the loud clanks and clashes of metal against metal was enriched by the occasional blood-curdling cries of the defeated.

The previously greenish carpet of weeds and grass was now bathed in a pool of crimson blood and gore. Torn limbs, guts, and mutilated organs swam in the now ankle-deep sea.

Still, amidst the many fights, there was one particular that dominated the landscape.

*Clank!* *Clank!* *Clank!* *Clank!*

"W-What the…? I don't even see him anymore!" Sara wondered as she looked at the two fighters going at it.

Chapter 642 - The Battle continues