Solo Leveling: The Last Primal Hunter
Chapter 5: The Last Primal Sovereign
Jasmine’s pulse thundered in her ears. The figure before her stood tall, an overwhelming presence that seemed to warp the very space around them.
[New Entity Identified.]
[Name: ???]
[Title: The Last Primal Sovereign]
[Power Level: UNDEFINED]
Her fingers twitched near the hilt of her sword. The air crackled with an unknown energy, pressing down on her like an invisible force.
Who… or what… was this?
The figure stepped forward, and as they did, the shadows around them peeled away like mist in the wind.
What stood before her was not human.
Tall and draped in black and silver battle-worn robes, their skin was like polished obsidian, and their eyes—two glowing golden orbs—pierced straight into her soul. Around them, a crown of shifting energy hovered, crackling with power that felt as ancient as the world itself.
Jasmine gritted her teeth. “Who are you?”
The figure tilted their head slightly, as if considering her. Then, their voice rang out—deep, resonant, not just heard, but felt in her bones.
“I am what remains of the First Era.”
Jasmine’s breath hitched. First Era?
The figure continued, stepping closer. “I was the last to stand before the fall. The last to bear the title of Primal Sovereign before the world abandoned the Old Ways.”
Her system flickered wildly.
[WARNING: UNKNOWN DATA INTERFERENCE.]
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[Deciphering…]
Jasmine’s mind raced. “The Primal Sovereign… then you—”
The figure cut her off. “The Vault was never meant to be found again.”
Their golden eyes bore into her.
“But the fact that you stand here, marked by the First Primal… means that fate has been broken.”
Jasmine clenched her fists. The Primordial Sentinels behind her stirred, their ghostly figures watching in silence. “You keep saying that—the First Primal, the Mark—what does that even mean?”
The Primal Sovereign regarded her for a moment. Then, they raised a hand.
BOOM.
The entire temple trembled as a rift split open behind them, revealing a battlefield lost to time.
Jasmine''s eyes widened.
Before her was an ancient war—beasts unlike anything she had seen before clashed in a battle so massive, the very sky was torn apart. Titans made of stone and fire wrestled against spectral dragons. A warrior wielding a spear of pure lightning struck down a colossus made of shifting void.
The Primal Sovereign’s voice was a whisper that echoed like a storm.
“This is the war of the First Era. The war that ended all others.”
Jasmine barely dared to breathe. “What… what happened?”
The Primal Sovereign’s golden eyes darkened.
“The Primals—beasts, hunters, gods—were once one. Until the Divide.”
[System Alert: New Data Unlocked.]
[Historical Event Identified: The Great Primal Divide.]
Jasmine’s system hummed with newfound knowledge. Words and images flooded her mind, as if something long buried had been uncovered.
The Sovereign’s voice remained steady.
“The Divide shattered our world. Those who remained chose sides—those who wished to erase the Primals… and those who wished to preserve them.”
Jasmine swallowed hard. “And you?”
For the first time, the Sovereign’s face showed something close to… sadness.
“I was the last to hold the balance. And I failed.”
The battlefield image vanished, and they turned their gaze back to her.
“The Primal Vault was sealed so that the knowledge of that war would never be found again.” Their eyes narrowed. “And yet… you were chosen.”
Jasmine’s heartbeat pounded in her ears.
“What do you mean, ‘chosen’?”
The Sovereign raised a finger—and before Jasmine could react, they tapped the center of her forehead.
CRACK.
Her entire world shattered.
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Awakening the First Primal
Jasmine’s vision exploded into a storm of color and light.
Pain. Memory. Power.
She wasn’t in the temple anymore.
She was… somewhere else.
A vast expanse of sky stretched out before her, filled with celestial beasts soaring through the air. Below, an endless ocean shimmered, reflecting a second sun.
She felt herself falling.
But before she hit the water, a voice—ancient, powerful, unyielding—spoke directly into her soul.
“You are not the first… but you may be the last.”
Jasmine gasped as the vision ended.
She was back in the temple.
The Primal Sovereign stood before her, their hand still resting against her forehead.
Her entire body felt different.
[ALERT: NEW PRIMAL AWAKENING DETECTED.]
[ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.]
[Data Conflict…]
[Processing…]
Her system was struggling to understand what had just happened.
The Primal Sovereign stepped back. “Now, do you understand?”
Jasmine staggered, her breath shaky. Her body thrummed with power, but it wasn’t just her usual magic.
It was something else. Something ancient.
“I…” she tried to speak, but her voice felt strange.
The Sovereign nodded. “The Mark of the First Primal has awakened within you. And with it… so has the war.”
Jasmine’s blood ran cold.
A roar—so loud it felt like reality itself was screaming—ripped through the temple.
The Primal Sovereign turned towards the temple’s entrance.
“It has begun.”
Jasmine followed their gaze.
The temple doors were crumbling, shaking under the force of something massive pressing against them from the outside.
Her Primordial Sentinels materialized fully, standing at her side.
She didn’t know what was coming through those doors…
But she knew one thing for sure.
The war of the First Era… wasn’t over yet.