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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 969 - Lost treasures

Cling! Clang!

The moment he said that the sound of chains rattling sounded from the backyard once more. It was dull and forceful, as though something was struggling repeatedly!

Aiden's heart skipped a beat.

The little fox was rattled and scurried along Aiden's arm into his embrace to hide within.

The old monk's expression was unchanged and there were no emotions in his weathered eyes, as though he could not hear the sound of chains in the backyard.

Aiden was gradually relieved when he saw how composed the old monk was.

However, he was truly curious as to what was behind the sound of chains coming from the backyard.

Why would Morwyn Blackstone want to avoid it so fearfully?

The old monk interrupted Aiden's thoughts and suddenly asked, "I can sense an aura of the religious sects circling around you that isn't from the Saraca Flower. Have you trained a technique of the religious sects before?"