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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

The sword he carried in his left hand was thinner but felt sturdy even from a distance. It was sharp and extremely eye-catching. Immediately, a memory from my childhood comes to mind. I remember seeing a sword like this before. In the village, we had a blacksmith who died some time later. While he was alive, he loved making his weapons and showing them to everyone. One morning, he came out of his house shouting. In his hands was this very model of sword. I was the first to see the sword, and he handed it to me, saying I would be a great swordsman and one of the greatest royal guards the world had ever seen, and would show the world the art of his katana. 


Now, many years later, I find myself facing the same model made by him. Without hesitation, I walk toward Hugo. 


As I say this, I hold the katana he's using, still in his hands. 


"Alright. I had already agreed with Éder that the other one was his, so it was going to be yours anyway." 


Swords and Masters