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

Niel Sen could not believe what he heard and glared at Shen Ton as though he was looking at a dead man, snarling word by word, "I want to mess with you, what can you do?"

"I'll bash you up if you mess with me!"

Shen Ton leaped into the air towards Niel Sen.

Niel Sen was enraged and the horsetail whip in his hands shone with a dazzling luster.

A bright light shone in his hands, a top-grade artifact weapon!

Although he was undermined by Di Yin's reputation, Niel Sen was still in possession of a top-grade artifact weapon.

It was obvious that his status in Chaos Essence Sect as a Martial Master was not weak, the power was at the very top!

Niel Sen waved the horsetail whip in his hands and three thousand silver-white threads turned into a spectacular beam of white light, slicing towards Shen Ton's waist like a sword!

Chapter 1081 - Battle