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

All the martial artists present gasped in shock.

The next moment, the divine cauldron was repelled more than a hundred feet away and its radiance dimmed.

The martial artists that witnessed that were dumbfounded and their eyes were filled with astonishment.

Nobody expected that the unknown burly man would be able to take on a top-grade artifact weapon barehanded and even send it flying!

Could that person be wearing some sort of a perfect or top-grade glove artifact weapon?

Otherwise, what could explain what just happened?

The shock was even greater for Mystic Firmament Divine Cult's paragon who was directly in the fight. Blood drained from his face and his mind went blank momentarily.

A single punch from the burly man nearly shattered his divine cauldron!

Chapter 933 - Blood Bath (Part 2)