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

If the gigantic seal conjured by Aiden's palm continued descending, his wrist would be snapped by the iron ruler in the gray-robed martial artist's hands before the latter was even injured.

Aiden harrumphed coldly and his eyes shone. He switched tactics immediately and instead of punching, he opened up his fingers to grab the gray-robed martial artist's iron ruler.

The gray-robed martial artist knew the consequences of this as well – his iron ruler would definitely be snatched away if Aiden got his hands on it.

Retracting his attack right away, the gray-robed martial artist retreated.

Aiden had expected that. After missing, he strode forward and threw a punch!

The gray-robed martial artist's other hand was nimble and swiftly conjured a massive chessboard in his palm, using it to defend.

Chapter 1069 - The right of looting