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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 412 - Thuk

From the shadows, a unique-looking, slightly taller Skink came forward.

Unlike the rest, this one had much larger, oversized yellowish eyes, at the top of his head, a crest of large, beautiful deep red feathers draped down. Whilst not exactly similar, it vaguely resembled a mohawk. 

The creature was slightly taller than its brethren, its wrinkled skin was initially dark, which as soon as it stepped into the light, changed its color matching the dark brown, muddy gradient of its surroundings. 

He was holding onto a cane, that was more of a short snapped gnarled branch of a tree than a proper walking aid. Despite its height, his physique wasn't as developed as his kin, he seemed much more fragile, much weaker than the little devils around it.

As he slowly trudged forward, using his stick, he was also actively leaning against his much thicker tail which was curled up behind his back and was like a makeshift chair, or back stand to support his back.