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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 girl caught my attention a lot. Even in the middle of so many people, she shone brighter; I can't even explain it. I'm lost, looking at her. 


Éder pulls me, noticing I was distracted. 


"They just called your number. Didn't you hear? Go quickly, it's your turn." 


As I stood up from where I was sitting, I couldn't stop thinking about her magnificent beauty. I stared at her a bit longer before heading to the door near the counter where she was. As I passed by her, even for a moment, my heart beat faster. But... I can't waste time with this; this isn't my goal. I enter the door, which, by the way, was made of wood but detailed in yellow. 


Clash of Swords