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

For the first time, Aiden felt that this world, this 'martial world' was much more savage and had more bloodshed than anything he had seen so far!

After consuming the ancient elixir back in the Ancient One's Temple that enhanced his draconic form, most of the old heavenly swan's injuries had already recovered and it had gotten a new life.

However, a look of weariness could still be seen in the eyes of the old heavenly swan.

This battle had expended most of her life's essence and vitality.

If she could not advance a step further, she would have to pass away here!

Maintaining its ferocious bird form, the old heavenly swan stood at the peak of Azure Myst Sect on one leg and closed its eyes to train. A power was rumbling within its body, raring to spew out!

Old skin started shedding from its body and its green feathers were incinerated. However, right in front of everyone, new skin regrew alongside green feathers that shone with a shiny luster!

Chapter 877 - Hopes, dreams