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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

He seems taller too, and I feel a tremendous rage emanating from him. 


"You're not going to back down now, are you?" 


He gives a small smile as he puts his hand behind his neck. 


"Today was an extremely productive day, I found two interesting people. It's a shame they don't want to make things easy." 


He looks around, probably searching for something. 


"I sense another person here... Where's the girl?" 


She probably went somewhere else, maybe to call for help... Or she couldn't withstand her injuries and died somewhere. 


I reply while pointing the katana at him. 


"Your personality is quite strong, especially for someone without one of their arms. Many warriors would have given up by now. You remind me of myself when I was human. I still remember killing a boy who had a face just like yours. His screams of pain... Those are some of the few moments I miss my humanity." 


Chain Demon