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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 · 奇幻
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Chapter 572 - True Power

"[Reptilian] How poetic…" Aiden smiled at the words of Madam Dara, not showing any signs of concern over the 'massive' forces of the enemy.

"[Reptilian] What do you mean, my lord?" Dara, on the other hand, was utterly confused at the uncanny reaction. Was everything alright with the lord? Maybe he got sick over the recent events? "I-is everything alright?" 

Still, she felt it was rather rude to directly ask about it. Making her grow more and more hesitant as she spoke.

"[Reptilian] Don't worry about it. It just… reminded me of an old story…" Aiden didn't bother with her reaction and smiled at her instead. Turning to look at the people lined up in front of him, he smiled.

These men and women were more of a militia, the rebellious, romanticist citizenry rather than a group of trained soldiers. Heck, he was certain, that most of them haven't really experienced anything like what would unfold shortly.