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

Putting an end to the sudden quarrel of the two top factions' leaders, a high pitched shrill shook the valley originating from the foot of the mountain.

'Hmm? This… sounded not like a beast but instead…' Aiden's expression changed as he frowned. "[Reptilian] Could it be…"

The next moment, the high-pitched strangely human-sounding voice turned shrill once more and piercing. Many of the weaker martial artists could not handle it and groaned as they clutched their ears, bending over.

The figure of a terrifying-looking beast appeared under the illumination near the Ancient Burial Ground ruins. It had nine heads, it resembled a hydra as it opened its mouths and cried like infants.

"T-that… That's a Nine-Headed Hydra! That's… That's impossible, they are long since gone extinct!" The Elderly Uncle of the Azure Myst Sect exclaimed with a shocked expression.

Chapter 802 -Fight or flight