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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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1127 Chs

Chapter 126 - Turmoil

Inside Higrove's Academy's main tower's top floor, a pudgy man in an amethyst-colored silk robe was standing against the window, gazing towards a particular section of the city. 

The place where the man's attention was focused on was a lavish white mansion. In front of the building surrounded by large marble pillars on a podium, the ten city council ministers were gathering wearing their official black robes with the golden eagle insignia etched on the upper right side of it, waiting for the Council Master, the current acting City Lord to come to the hastily erected pulpit, and address the gathered mixed audience. 

These ten old, robed geezers were all influential existences in the city. Apart from being patriarchs or at the very least elders in the families, they were also Professors in the local Academy. They all held considerable power, both in the martial world and as nobles.