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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 728 - The offer

Turning to the direction of the sudden disturbance Aiden had sensed, he saw two refined looking figures, an old man and a white robed youthful skink man walking over.

The white robed figure looked young and vibrant as well as extremely handsome. His appearance could only be described as 'perfect'. His figure was taller than the rest of his kin, towering over the rest of the passerby like a heroic statue. Even in Aiden's comparison to Eora's humans he had met, this noble looking skink could have been compared to those prideful teens, at least in terms of size.

As for his companion, the old man seemed well advanced in his years. His scales were pale, weatherbeaten. His face had many wrinkles, one for each decade he had survived through his service. 

Yet, Aiden was secretly alarmed, he could feel that he was extremely dangerous. Much more so than the elite captain and his brother, or the group of Temple Guards Aiden had dealt with before.