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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UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community:

http://discord.link/Shaele

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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

The blood-colored butterfly did not move at all and those moon-like eyes on its wings flashed.

An incomparably strong power cruised through Aiden's body, bursting instantly along with his fist!

The sword collided with Aiden's fist with a resounding bang.

Jorl Wuya's expression changed once again and from the depths of his eyes, a hint of panic and fear could be seen!

Right in front of everyone, the glass sword in Jorl Wuya's suddenly exploded!

Jorl Wuya's Martial Master phenomenon had shattered entirely!

Shuddering, Jorl Wuya choked and could not help but cough out a mouthful of blood, as though he was struck by thunder.

All the paragons of the North Region exclaimed.

Chapter 947 - Fierce Battle