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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 485 - Just who was he?

"Young Master and Young Misses, the breakfast will be ready in an hour, if you could please attend by then, it would be much appreciated." An aged, respectful voice came from the other side of the door. Once he said what he needed, he turned around and promptly left for the other rooms in the hallway.

It was the butler, Sebas, surprising everyone inside by his keen senses. Though the rooms weren't warded, or even soundproofed for that matter, it was still quite surprising to see the mysterious elder's skills first hand.

Aiden looked in his direction for a while, as a small appreciative smile emerged on his expression. 

'This old man is anything but simple…' He muttered inwardly. Once again, he couldn't sense, couldn't feel any power coming from that elderly servant, he was like a regular mortal. Yet, his demeanor, the way he carried himself, his confidence, and most importantly, his clearly battle-honed senses were telling a completely different tale.