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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 · Fantaisie
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Chapter 92 - Roar of the Dragon

With the sharp claw on her left hand's index finger, Granny pricked the skin on her right hand making a tiny opening to the flesh between two scales. 

Gritting her teeth, she sternly looked at her golden scaled right hand as her dark red blood streamed down on his left hand and finally dropped into the multi-colored syrupy liquid in the cauldron. 

As the first droplet of blood vanished in the liquid, she pulled her hands away from the cauldron. The liquid immediately entered into a heated chemical reaction. Foam quickly formed on the surface, while also large silver bubbles formed and burst apart.

Seeing this, Granny closed her eyes and slowly and deeply exhaled. Her draconic aura soon receded, while her scales returned to her previously wrinkly skin. Only a tiny bruise could be seen in the middle of her right hand, a reminder of the act.