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

Those Destiny Talismans were already shattered.

This meant that their disciples or successors have already perished within the ruins!

The Quasi-Divine Master of Mystic Firmament Divine Cult raised his chin slightly with a cold, haughty expression. "Coveting the Vermilion Fruit with such mediocre capabilities? How laughable!"

The Quasi-Divine Master of Dark Ghost Sect bared his yellow, rotting teeth and cackled sinisterly like the cries of crows.

"I garner that those lads didn't even manage to get through the otherworldly soldiers!"

The Martial Grandmasters inside the pavilion laughed with relaxed expressions.

Raising a cup of tea, the Quasi-Divine Master of Blood Mist Sect drank heartily and remarked indifferently, "Just a bunch of useless things that didn't know what's good for them."

The moment he said that his expression changed and he swiftly swiped across his storage bag, retrieving a Destiny Talisman.

Chapter 938 - Shatters