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

Their fists collided with a dull thud of defeat!

The mocking expression on Reverend Jor Har's face disappeared as quickly as it appeared as his eyes narrowed into a thin line! At the same time, even the Holy Maiden of the Pure Maidens Sect was dumbfounded with pure shock!

The golden lustrous light that contained boundless power and energy on Reverend Jor Har's fist was dispersed by the strange burly, scaleless man's fist, scattering everywhere like sparks!

As the fists collided, a visible air fluctuation spread out along with a heatwave that possessed an astonishing aftershock!

The burly man did not even take a half-step back and his fist was completely undamaged!

On the contrary, Reverend Jor Har staggered three steps back and his expression gradually darkened.

The burly man pulled the Holy Maiden by the arm and brought her behind him. With a calm expression and a sharp gaze, he glared at Reverend Jor Har.

Chapter 824 - A strange stand-off