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

Lord Bart abruptly jumped up, his body charging forward with an explosive, violent sudden momentum. His eyes, completely dark, looking like the empty void, he rushed towards the loosely prepared blonde amazon.

His face twisted into the same sinister, cruel grin, his clawed hands were raised, he had long since cast away his sabre… He was akin to a dark blur in reality as he crossed the meager distance between them in a flash!

His claws struck down, drawing an 'X', a slightly angled cross shape as they sliced the air, closing in rapidly on the grinning, heaving amazon.

Yet, before they could reach their designated target and tore apart the skin, flesh, and organs of the skimpily dressed woman, Naybeah leaned her body to the back, whilst she raised her weapon parrying the double strike.

Two loud metallic sounds rang out through the battlefield, as metal came in contact with the unholy set of claws.

Chapter 652 - Power Up