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

At the same time, in the underground palace.

Stellar Moon Sect was the first to arrive and more than twenty Martial Masters barged into the underground palace. Without concealing their tracks, they charged right in and saw the medicinal field in front before long.

"What a rich medicinal fragrance!"

"There are so many spirit herbs that are over thousands of years old in this massive medicinal field. Our trip wasn't wasted at all!"

"Look! It's a ten thousand years old Vermilion Fruit!"

The eyes of everyone from Stellar Moon Sect lit up with a fervent gaze.

"It's about to ripen! We're just in time!"

A Stellar Moon Sect martial artist remarked in a fawning manner, "In my opinion, only Senior Brother Gie is the only one in the Northern Region that is qualified to get his hands on this ten thousand years old Vermilion Fruit."

Chapter 912 - Greedy hands