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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

Upon waking up, I have no idea how many hours have passed, but I feel quite refreshed. As I get up from the bed, now completely disheveled, a memory comes to mind. I always used to wake up, wash the dishes, and tidy up my house. Now that I've been taken from there, I feel uncomfortable. I'm in a different place, without the people I know, and I have to start all over again. It's good to start anew, but things have happened so quickly that I can't keep up, all because of that book. I glance at the book and see its golden details. 


"Do you have something special, or are you just another book? Well, this is the perfect time for me to understand this world of magic." 


I go to the shelf where it was and, along with it, take the other book Hugo had given me. Examining it, its color is a dark red, with black details at the corners forming stars. 


"Where does he get these books? The color is quite beautiful." 


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