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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 437 - Desperation

Sprawled out on the ground next to Aiden was the lifeless body of his Master. Her face contorted into a pain-filled grimace just when she fainted. An honest display of the sheer volume of torment and torturous pain that her entire being was under as the unfamiliar source of energy continued to restructure her entire being.

Being born a human, her body was devoid of a Crystal Core, nor did her biology had the capability to produce one, making the coursing, flowing tumultuous spiritual sustenance all the more horrid to experience.

Even as her consciousness was tucked at the deep recesses of her mind, her body was still fully functional as it was clear by her drenched clothing. Large beads of sweat created a thin layer of a nasty, transparent layer of mucus, making her entire outward appearance look as if she tried to cross the Great Scorching Desert that covered a sizable portion of the Empire's lands.