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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 486 - “We must play by the rules”

Time passed quickly as Aiden lamented and eventually went to freshen himself up in the washroom. Donning his clothes from yesterday, he left the room and made his way towards the dining room to enjoy what was probably the last of the sumptuous meals for at least the next 30 or so days.

Arriving as last like how a leader should, he quickly took the only empty seat left empty to the side of Masked Mistress who was seated at the helm, and to the right of Sara, who was already donning her 'official' guild attire, only that she left the large hood pulled down for the time being.

Not really bothered by the strange seating plan, he silently nodded at the ones present before taking his seat and turning his attention to the Mistress who, for feasibility, was only using a half-mask, covering the upper half of her face and leaving her thin, fine lips free to look at. At the upper right corner of her lips, the end of the cut mark could be seen.