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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 540 - Demands

Before the pain could completely subside, Aiden sprung into action once more. He struck down, grabbing two sides of the gaping hole inside the deceased striped skink's chest and by slowly increasing the amount of strength he exerted, Aiden began to tear the entire torso apart. 

The eerie sound of bones crunching and flesh being torn to pieces filled the insides of the still active, albeit waning insides of the energy bubble. If the rest of the team could see the gruesome scene they would most likely be horrified, or even worse utterly terrified of their beloved leader's current sight. 

At the side close to the underground jail cell's exit, but still inside the grounds of the creature's closed-off energy barrier, a pile of mangled flesh, barely recognizable as the strange arrogant skink could be seen. His robe was nowhere to be seen, as Aiden made sure to take it off the figure before he lost himself in his primal urges.