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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 493 -Against the witch

Standing at the center of the grassy plain, two beautiful women were facing off against each other. Their eyes showcasing absolutely no malice but instead, a growing curiosity mixed together with the hint of mischievousness. 

As the gentle wind blew gently behind her, Sara's purple locks fluttered in the air. Taking the initiative as the Young Mistress of the Mansion, she felt that she had to uphold herself to at least a modicum of the pride her family should deserve.

Sara was smiling, as she looked at the woman standing in front of her. The female mercenary, the first of the Silver Howls to face their group was roughly of equal height, with a slender, lithe body. Her matte black, slightly more than shoulder-length hair was combed and braided into a small bun at the back of her head. 

Looking at each other for a while, the women were the first to speak up as she gazed over Sara's empty hands resting at her sides.