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

Endless firestorms descended from the skies and the ground ripped apart, causing scarlet lava to gush out; the vast land was filled with ugly scars, and corpses were strewn everywhere!

The blood bats cried endlessly upon entering that endless Hell and they disappeared before they could even get close.

A look of panic flashed through the Clan Lord's eyes.

In a flash, the black-robed man had already arrived before the Clan Lord.

He slashed in a reverse fashion at an extremely fast speed and the sound of spirits, ghosts` wailing could be heard as his sword seemed to have sliced through the void.

The Clan Lord felt his heart skip a beat. With no time to think, he could only receive the attack with his bone staff.

A jarring sound was let out as the saber glided across the bone staff.

A faint imprint was left on the bone staff!

Chapter 876 - A cruel world