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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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

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

"Writhe in damnation you mongrels! Scarlet Claw Curse!"

Waving his blood bone staff, the old Clan Lord chanted an unidentifiable incantation and the void surged with a terrifying energy feedback!

Two streams of blood light shot forth from the sockets of the skull.

As though it was alive, the skull opened its mouth and shot out a green streak of light.

The blood and green light fused into a drop of fresh blood!

When the drop of blood arrived above the old quasi-divine demonic beast, Senior Swan's head, it suddenly exploded and spread into a series of mysterious patterns. Descending slowly, it engulfed the old quasi-immortal swan.

The blood patterns formed a blood-colored circle of light that caused smoke to form each time it made contact with the old quasi-immortal swan's body.

Eventually, it corroded the old quasi-immortal swan's shirt and a series of burn marks appeared on its fair skin beneath.

Chapter 865 - Fighting for survival