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

Even Peak Stage Martial Masters that were on the brink of their breakthrough into the legendary realm and become Martial Grandmasters themselves were no match for the power of these protector elders!

After all, the two stages were on completely different levels. One was at best have just stepped into the legendary realm whilst the other was a peak stage Martial Grandmaster with decades of experience under his belt.

In terms of strength, it was a complete suppression!

The wrath of a peak Martial Grandmaster was not something that a mere Martial Master could deal with!

Many martial artists present at the cave abode who were watching the epic showdown started to back off slowly, trying to get as far away from the gray robed stranger as possible lest they were implicated.

Pei Syriac and the golden-robed old man of Crystal Palace Sect exchanged glances when they saw this; both could see the utter joy in the other's eyes.

Chapter 812 - Facing the Skinny Old Man