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

"[Reptilian] I don't care what sort of a monster… or whatever it is you are, just die!"

Loran Whron roared and channeled his mana to the max. The veins on his neck popped out from the sheer concentration as he swung his arms, smashing violently down on Aiden's head!

With the secret body tempering skills of the Crystal Palace, Loran Whron's arm was no longer something that could be considered anything but a brutal, sturdy weapon of mass destruction. His brighter than yellowish-green normal scale-less arm shone brilliantly with a layer of luster. With the support of the artifact-grade bracer on top of it, that was a steel whip as thick as an arm!

Aiden however, did not dodge nor retreat. His eyes shone brightly with a violent glint as he extended his arm and welcomed the strike.

With a thunk, Aiden's arm swung out, resembling an elephant's trunk that was limp and weak. From a glance its power was nowhere near the incredible luster of Loran Whron's attack.

Chapter 766 - Squirming rats