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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

"Thank you, Éder," I say to him as he starts cracking his fingers. 


"You still need to train with the sword. Your affinity won't always be available," he says, yawning. 


"You're right," I agree, getting up from the cushion. 


"What are you going to do now?" I ask him, noticing he's not returning to the shadow area. 


"I'm going to look for a stream around here. We need to bathe. I want to talk to you afterward," he says with a serious tone. Is it something involving the Specters? 


"Okay," I reply. He leaves through the door, taking his shirt with him. Now that he's gone, I start to notice that this place masked his odor. After all, he was very sweaty, but I couldn't smell it. 


Training