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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 · Fantasi
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Chapter 787 - On enemy territory

Meanwhile, at the western part of Ugburg City at the recently erected Corpse Poison Sect's local base.

In a spacious hall, the doors were tightly shut. Although it was noon and the sun was scorching outside, there was not much light within the hall and it seemed dark and creepy. In the darkness deep within the hall, a voice sounded from the center.

"[Slaric] How long has Uyl Lian been gone for?"

Surprisingly the language they used inside was not the commonly used reptilian dialect but instead the more distant relative of it, the Slaric. 

The voice that spoke just now was sharp and insipid with a hint of coldness that made one shudder. 

"[Slaric] Senior Brother Kai, it's been almost four full hours." A disciple appeared and cupped his hands.

"[Slaric] That's long…" The dark and cold voice sounded again, seemingly impatient.