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

Right in front of everyone, that burning golden bone palm penetrated the Illusion Fiend Cult's Guardian Elder's body with ease.

It did not pause at all, similar to how a blazing steel sword would pierce a thin veil.

In the blink of an eye, Illusion Fiend Cult's Guardian Elder was devoured by the flames.

The next moment, he turned into ashes!

A Martial Grandmaster was incinerated to ashes by that terrifying flame in less than a second without any corpse left!

Complete silence ensued within a thousand meters from the Ancient One's Palace.

All the martial artists felt an inexplicable sense of repression as their chests stuffed up, making breathing difficult.

Without the need for any reminders, everyone's gazes landed on that golden bone palm.

Chapter 848 - Greed