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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

In the same instant, I draw my katana, and he ends up hitting it, turning the situation into a sword duel. 


"Look, man, we didn't do anything like what you're thinking. He's just an acquaintance of ours, and we believed his body didn't deserve to rot here." 


I tell him, while he glares fiercely at me, still trying to win the duel. 


"My brother! What rude manners you have! Don't you see that if they really had killed this man, their clothes would be stained with blood? And the ground should also be stained with blood!" 


The other brother, who was behind, watching everything, seemed irritated by his brother's behavior. Upon hearing this, the brother dueling with me steps back and, upon analyzing the situation, realizes my story is true. 


He steps back, lies down, and puts his head on the ground. He begins to offer condolences, ask for forgiveness, and even sheds tears. 


"Please, I apologize for the misunderstanding!" 


Unexpected Invitation