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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

"I feel a weight on my mind for what I did to Dante, but that's my business. He doesn't need to get involved." 


I keep telling myself as I return to the place where we were attacked. I only find blood on the ground, with no sign of the people we had captured and no horses. 


He must be watching me from somewhere, I can feel it. I draw my sword from its sheath and start looking around. A deserted place, in ruins, it doesn't even look like people lived here. Easily, this place could be one of the oldest cities, seeing how it is now. The only thing that makes you think otherwise is the blood on the ground. 


"Little girl... It's good to see you again." 


I hear a voice, but I can't decipher where it's coming from. I try to look around, but find nothing... Just the sound of chains being dragged. 


"Don't think you'll get out alive today." 


Noisy Currents