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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 · Fantasia
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Chapter 1083 - Returning a favor

The crowd was shocked!

Corpse Poison Sect had more than a hundred martial artists. Nobody expected more than half of them to be wiped out by the divine dragon Aiden summoned before they could release their true strength!

Even the paragon of Corpse Poison Sect, Duan Ren, died without a corpse remaining!

The Corpse Poison Sect martial artists who managed to survive fled in all directions and did not dare to linger on the battlefield.

"Immortal! He's definitely the reincarnation of an immortal!"

"How can ordinary martial artists be protected by a True Dragon?"

Some of the Corpse Poison Sect martial artists were scared out of their wits and began mumbling incoherently.

Fear was an infectious emotion.

Against the repressive pressure of the dragon, it was already difficult for most martial artists to maintain their composures.