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

"[Reptilian] Our Azure Myst Sect can give up on the other treasures if the situation seems bad. However, we must fight and get our hands on the Ancient Burial Ground's Elixir Recipes and Alchemy Inheritance!"

Most of those recipes may have already been lost through the times. With them, together with the accompanying inheritance, once they appeared, their Azure Myst Sect would definitely cause a huge stir within the world and their status would naturally rise.

"[Reptilian] Everyone, go back and wait. Get ready and prepare to set off at any moment!"

After Tai Liu finished speaking, many disciples gradually dispersed and returned to their rooms.

As the groups of people slowly left the Main Hall, Tai Liu's gaze was fixed on one particular, gray-robed individual that was following the mass at the very end, looking silent but at the same time, emotions flashed across his youthful and stupidly handsome face every now and then.

Chapter 795 - Weaklings or reasonable doubt