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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 632 -The Innkeeper

The robed figure standing to the left of the aged leader of this refugee group was shaking, trembling with boiling rage after the innkeeper's contempt-filled question.

Madam Dara stepped forward, her hands balled into fists. Luckily her gaze was hidden behind the drape of the hood otherwise the fiery sparks could have terrified the snobbish man.

"[Reptilian] Y-you… H-how dare you to speak like that to-" Before she could finish her words, and ruin the whole plan by exposing their identities, Aiden raised his arm, blocking her advance and freezing the words in her.

"[Reptilian] Yes, we have." He spoke calmly, revealing a brown leather pouch in his other, right hand. He threw it at the middle-aged chubby skink man who though grew slightly wary a moment ago, instantly shifted his stance at the sign of the familiar sound of coins tingling.