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The Last Primal

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. ----- UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community: http://discord.link/Shaele ----- If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele ----- 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.

Shaele · Fantasy
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Chapter 170 - Benefits

Flying in the air, Cole abruptly lunged himself towards the brown, hideous-looking thorny toad monster. With his sword in hand, he struck down towards the unsuspecting beast's head, his decisive motion made the short sword in his hand pierce deeply into the beast's skull. Amidst the sound of the bones breaking under the sharpness of the steel blade a crunchy, mushy sound could also be faintly made out.

The whole event happened in a split second, the toad didn't even have the time to let out a croak before it succumbed to the fatal attack and sprawled and briefly spasm on the ground, becoming motionless a few seconds later.

With one swift motion, Cole retrieved his weapon from the shattered skull and wiped it clean with a piece of now-dirty, bloodstained cloth that he used for such activities. As the blade wasn't clean, to begin with, his action merely smeared the gooey substance all around the blade of the weapon instead of neatly removing all the stains.