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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 813 - Unbeatable

On the other side, it was clear that the skinny old man gave his everything in this last attack. It carried his last wisps of energy he had gained and cultivated with decades if not centuries of effort in that last decisive attack.

As soon as his attack finished his body shriveled and swayed. The previously terrifying aura he had was nowhere to be felt now, and the old man looked nothing more than just that; a weak old man at the end of his rope.

This was his will, his resolve. He was the assigned guardian of the now-deceased young master, the ex young heir of the Malefic Demons Clan, Yang Zahn.

The skinny old man did not have the chance to strike a second time.

In just seconds, life wafted away from his rapidly aging and weakening body. In just a couple of seconds of time, the last wisps of life essence escaped from his flesh and his dried up corpse fell down on the ground, giving out only a meager, dull thud on the dust covered floor of the cave abode.