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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 451 - Together again

Aiden couldn't help but smile as he recalled the sudden gathering that the Masked Mistress achieved in such a short call. 

Arriving at the Mansion grounds, Aiden was escorted into the building, to a large sort of gathering room. Mahogany wooden furniture, beige luxurious carpet draped across the floor were the dominant colors, motifs across the room. 

A huge, pecan brown, mahogany desk was placed at the center, with enough chairs so that even a moderately sized squad could sit comfortably. At the helm, a large chair looked towards the door, to its right a huge window looked towards the northern cityscape, matching gazes with an equally as appalling tower in the distance.

Like the other rooms in the mansion, this one also had several paintings of seemingly random portraits and landscapes hanging on the cream-white, painted wall.