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

Without a word, as soon as he appeared seemingly out of thin air, Aiden cut right into the battlefield and raised his blade once more.

Unlike his previous strike, this attack was extremely soft, as if ripples were forming on the surface of a lake as a shimmering light coiled the female warrior priestess' weapon inside instantly.

There were a series of collisions. With each collision, the female warrior priestess' face would turn paler.

The powerful torrent coming from Aiden's casual strike, which was the second strike from the [Void Splitting Manual], Ripple was as smooth as water, and once released, it would attack relentlessly until…

Suddenly, another blade flashed from the void.

The sword in the hands of the warrior priestess was repelled and her exposed bountiful chest was met with a merciless slash.

In the next moment, flashes of blood appeared.

Chapter 834 - Battle of Paragons