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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.

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Chapter 478 - Equals?

In the span of time that took a person to blink 2 or at the very most 3 times Aiden and Number 3 traded several exchanges already. Each of their hits carried a tremendous amount of their pure physical strength, able to crush even the sturdiest of rocks. 

Still, both parties were still completely fine and healthy, as they continued clashing against each other, blocking, evading, and returning the many strikes they each gifted to the other one.

From the naked, untrained eye not much would have been visible, only two blurry hazy silhouettes as they flashed around the battlefield, sometimes crossing dozens of steps seemingly in an instant. 

Their attacks slowly, but surely escalated, as, after some time, afterimages of their clashing shadows dotted the landscape for several seconds before being wafted away by the gentle summery breeze.