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

Quivering, the purple sword was almost sent flying. Aiden's figure trembled but he maneuvered himself gently with his movement technique and descended on the ground.

With the breathing room, Hart You managed to escape and he was drenched in sweat as he panted slightly. Standing beside Seehto'ch Ku'gar, they formed a triangular arc to stand-off against Aiden.

"This fight is between Holy Fire Island and Sword Sect. As one of the nine immortal sects, Purple Firmament Sect isn't going to respect the laws of the pugilistic world and intends to bully with numbers?"

Holy Maiden Sylvie Deva was originally recovering from her injuries on the sidelines. However, she could not help but frown when she saw this and questioned loudly.

"Right now, we're fighting for the Ancient One's Palace. There are no laws of the pugilistic world to speak of!"

Chapter 836 - Battle of Paragons (Part 3)