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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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

(AN: I slept in and failed to push publish in time. Sorry.)

Aiden staggered three steps in retreat and the light in his right eye dissipated.

Eventually, he was at the losing end of this visual technique fight.

Even so, he was not injured. When a cold wave penetrated his right eye, it was diffused by the Illumination Stone right away.

However, the purple-robed martial artist was shocked!

He did not know what visual technique this monk had trained such that it could go against his Eclipse Eye!

He had trained Eclipse Eye for more than a hundred years!

Yet, how old was this gray-robed monk before him?

Even if this person had trained the visual technique when he was in his mother's womb, it would only be less than 50 years at most.

Chapter 991 - Surprises