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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

I don't know how I managed to sleep after everything I saw. However, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. I had a nightmare while sleeping. I dreamt I was in a completely white room, where I encountered everyone I've ever known in my life. They surrounded me and said horrible things. They called me a murderer, said disasters followed me wherever I went, and that I didn't deserve to live. 


When I open my eyes, I feel my face buried in the pillow, and as I turn my head to the left, I see Éder attacking the air. He looked extremely focused, and I could feel the coldness and firmness with which he held his sword, shirtless, wearing only pants. 


As he trained, he fell to the ground, did push-ups, and after a certain amount, he got up and began striking the air with his sword. I think he's confronting his own shadow. I start getting up and end up yawning, still sleepy. I leave the pillow near the books and begin to pick one of them. 


Temporal Coming