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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

While I see Lima down below checking Éder's vital signs, I can't contain myself and decide to go to the arena. 


As I get up, Larry and Lawrie see me and decide to come with me. 


I respond to them with a smile, but deep down, I still couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. 


We cross the chairs and pass by people who were in shock from the great "spectacle" they had just witnessed. 


As we descend the stairs, I could feel an extremely freezing cold coming from the arena. The door was open, and I entered the place. 


"Do you realize? You just got hurt by a fucking ant, Camus." 


I hear Ivan scolding Camus. Camus was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He was scared, trembling completely. However, while Ivan was saying this, he slapped Camus's face. Nevertheless, nothing could divert Camus's attention from Éder's body, which was just a bit in front of him, lying on the ground, with Lima by his side. 


Royal Houses