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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

"Wow, that boy is amazing. Even without an arm, he manages to have a magnificent duel," says the man in the purple-toned suit. 


Éder was starting to gain the upper hand over Camus in the battle, cornering him against the wall. Unaware, Camus tries to dodge, but Éder's sword grazes his cheek, drawing blood. 


"How pathetic," he remarks after being cut. Camus manages to break free from the corner and positions himself in the center of the arena. 


"No one has ever landed a cut like that on my face before," Camus says, glancing back in Éder's direction. 


"Your mistake is thinking I'm like everyone else. I'm better, I'm superior," Éder retorts. 


Camus chuckles upon hearing this. "Superior? A man without an arm? Don't make me laugh." 


He strides towards Éder, and they engage in another flurry of strikes. However, at that moment, one of Camus's blows lands on Éder's cheek. 


Joui X Camus