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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 715 - Intervention

As they hurriedly approached, towards the source of the disturbance of energy, the already spacious street slowly merged into a large square with hundreds if not thousands of skinks gathering around.

Amidst the large crowd, a center stage could be seen in the distance, where two distant silhouettes could be seen facing each other.

Squinting his gaze to look at the commotion, Aiden frowned after a while.

"[Reptilian] Are they fighting?" He asked, his gaze focused on the two blurry, vague silhouettes. He found it strange that despite his keen, supernatural sight that far surpassed what could be considered normal, he could not make out the two currently duking it out on the stage. Even worse, he could only feel the same faint fluctuations, even though he should be much closer to the center, he did not feel it at all. 

It was then, that he realized. Thus the frowning, displeased expression.