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

Instantly, Si Junyu was scared out of his wits!

Si Junyu withdrew a cold, shimmering sword from his storage bag and his spirit energy surged wildly as he stabbed at the middle-aged monk's head!

At the same time, Si Junyu crushed a protection talisman in his left hand.

A golden burst of light glowed around Si Junyu and formed an impenetrable barrier.

The middle-aged monk did not dodge or avoid the incoming sword and flicked his finger casually.

His fingertip met the sword's blade.

Si Junyu's sword was snapped by the middle-aged monk's finger in a single strike!

With a ripped palm, Si Junyu could no longer hold on to his sword and let go.

Thereafter, his vision blurred, and the middle-aged monk was already gone from his sights.

For everyone else, they saw the middle-aged monk take a step after snapping Si Junyu's blade to wrap behind the latter.

Chapter 980 - Naive