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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 792 - Don't worry!

A look of caution flickered through both faction leaders' eyes as these thoughts began to take root in their hearts.

Of course, the most shocking thing for them was Aiden's current condition. He had steady breathing and a calm expression. He did not seem like he had just been through a massive battle. This was going against everything they knew.

This should have been a battle that was tougher and more dangerous than the bloody battle on the long street! However, neither of them could spot any signs of fatigue on Aiden's face nor wounds on his body. It was as if instead of an arduous, long, and hard-fought battle, surviving against countless traps and deadly toxins all around, he merely took a casual stroll in the afternoon air.

Was it all just a farce? Was he merely putting up a strong front, hiding the real and bitter truth that he was actually at the end of his road?