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

Naturally, no outsider could understand the power struggle between the man and the lion.

Everyone could not imagine that the pure-blooded ferocious beast had been completely subdued in this short period of mounting it as well!

As Aiden approached slowly riding on the Golden Lion, a martial artist looked at the beautiful female martial artist at the side and whispered, "Senior Sister, should we head up and thank him?"

The beautiful female martial artist had a lost gaze and was first frozen upon hearing that. Immediately after, her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of panic as she nodded with blushed cheeks. "Of course."

The way she looked at the gray-robed martial artist was different.

Everyone was martial artists who had trained for dozens and hundreds of years. Naturally, all of them could see and understood it internally as well.

The beautiful female martial artist's name was Lysabel Kela.

Chapter 1022 - Gratitude