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

A bloody, scarlet mist spread in midair and it was extremely sharp!

The two distinct regular and fiend blade techniques, Void Splitting and the Dark Blade techniques functioned perfectly and smoothly in Aiden's hands without any sluggishness.

Creation, Raging Tides, Vortex, and Ripple…

Alongside the terrifying power of the Dark Blade…

Although Aiden was alone with his blade on the battlefield, in the eyes of the many Rainbow Wolf Spiders, it was as though there was a raging tide that was crashing onto the shore!

At the side, the sound of ghosts wailing could be heard and there were white bones beneath their feet. Phantoms appeared everywhere as corpses climbed out from blood pools like a grisly purgatory!

At the level of 'force', a martial artist's mental state would be affected and various surreal and ridiculous illusions would appear before them.

Chapter 1048 - Like a helpless bird