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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 962 - Unexpected

A long time later, Aiden stirred awake.

Gradually, his five senses started recovering.

The first thing Aiden smelled was the faint, yet familiar scent of books and ink. It was old, emitted from ancient books that had been kept for a long time, but it smelled good.

Thereafter, his vision gradually cleared up.

His surroundings were dark and countless dust specks floated before him. Struggling to sit up, Aiden found that two wooden slabs were attached to his right wrist, stabilizing his wounds.

His muscles were still sore and painful.

"Am I not dead?"

Aiden looked around.

A series of wooden bookshelves stood all around and each of them was filled with many ancient books.

Most of them were filled with dust and should not have been used for a long time.

On the surface, this looked like an old study that was extremely spacious – there were at least a few thousand ancient books here!