webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
1127 Chs

Chapter 654 - One last dance

As the cloud of smoke made out of the kicked-off dust slowly dissipated, it revealed the alluring, perspiring figure of the tall, blonde amazon. Her expression was twisted into a wide grin. Her bountiful buxom chest was swinging vertically as she heaved heavily. Yet, despite looking as if she spent a great deal of stamina, she was in a much, much better state than her opponent, Lord Bart.

She looked fine and unhurt. The huge clash, with the explosive release of power, did not hurt her at all. The same crimson, translucent aura covering her silhouette made her look more like a fearsome reaper of the battlefield. 

Naybeah looked at Lord Bart wriggling in pain on the ground. Despite her power up through the magical contract binding a bonafide demon from whatever realm they resided in, to his very soul tethering it to his being forever, he seemed that his power had yet to fully develop and trained properly.