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

Rainbow Clouds Sect, Ash Heap Mountain.

An old man in scarlet robes flew through the air without relying on any external objects, descending slowly in front of a cave abode on the middle of a mountain.

The sect badge on his waist indicated that he was from True Fire Sect.

This was Sezud Nida, a Martial Master of True Fire Sect.

A towering ancient tree stood in front of the cave abode with a stone table beneath it. A man in azure blue robes sat solemnly on a stone stool, his long, narrow eyes shimmering coldly.

"Brother Cain, why have you called for me so urgently?"

Sezud Nida asked the moment he landed.

The azure-robed man was Mighty Cain Khoren of Rainbow Clouds Sect!

Mighty Cain Khoren had a calm expression and took a sip of tea unhurriedly, only speaking after he put down the teacup, "Young Master Sezud, you don't even know that you're at death's door?!"

Chapter 885 - Another storm’s brewing