WendellzD

Lucas had always been a person without hope for his life, ever since he was a child. This only grew after the person he loved most died, and he realized that justice had abandoned him. The specters stole the Primordial Life, the world's magic was gone, and only a few could still use it. After waking up, following a conversation with his friend and wondering if the gods truly exist, he feels an abnormal urge within himself, being one of the last bearers of magic.

Primordial Shadows

I can see that he sheds tears as he speaks. When I look at Éder, I see him with his head down, just serious, listening to everything. 


"I saw him take Joseph's life, and as I went towards him, the other six Specters emerged from the forest. Some were injured, struggling to walk, and at the same moment they all appeared, I used my gravity affinity to pin them all to the ground. But the previous fight had left me severely weakened, and when I made them fall, my injuries reduced the gravity's intensity, allowing one of them to get up. I remember the moment perfectly: his mask was broken, his eyes lifeless, his hair white, and his skin pale; that was his appearance, someone cold. He drew his sword and was about to cut me in half." 


Éder, already agitated by what he was hearing, places his right hand on the rest of his arm. It seems that even though he jokes about it, he still has a trigger regarding body cuts. 


Lost Memories