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

Falling into utter despair, how could the old skink priest allow his hateful opponents to escape from his vile clutches? He already made a promise to them that they would be his pleasurable accompaniment towards the embrace of the Great One in the afterlife.

He could not and he would not allow them to escape!

As for the four elite warriors, the top notch guards of the Temple Guards? They could only lament, and ponder on their misfortune! Who asked them to be so useless?

Their fate was the result of their action or its actual lack of. Being captured by the enemy in one single stroke was the utter humiliation of their title of being the best of the best. As such, they could only lament their unlucky fate as the direct consequence of their own actions!

Seeing their agitated, and even somewhat frightened reactions, the old man could finally feel a moment of glee, exploding into a hoarse, dry but maddened cackle.

Chapter 702 - Last Tear of the Dragon