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

Each of the Martial Masters wore heavy armor and bore cold expressions.

They were in an orderly formation and were clearly disciplined.

Mala Deisho frowned slightly and whispered, "That seems to be the army of the Drothak Dynasty."

Muron D'ohr nodded. "Someone leaked the news that the other three dynasties made their move as well. To think that the Drothak Dynasty would send this many people."

"Their leader seems to be the Martial Master genius of the Drothak Dynasty, Dohur Vankhot."

Muron D'ohr had a stern expression. "By the looks of it, the Drothak Dynasty seems to want to fight badly for the Vermilion Fruit."

Arriving before the Great Forbidden Ruins, Dohur Vankhot paused for a moment and waved his arm, leading the Martial Masters behind him to charge into the ruins.

Chapter 925 - Desire