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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'm really tired. Ellen and I have searched everywhere and found nothing. Damn it, Joseph. What are you hiding here? We're lying on the floor, sighing. 


"I have an idea, Éder. We haven’t checked behind the furniture yet, especially that bookshelf." 


She points to the bookshelf as she gets up. 


"Well, that’s all that’s left. We need to do this for Lucas." 


I say as I start to stand up. Ellen heads to the bookshelf and begins pushing it. 


"Be careful not to knock the books over. Actually, I should probably put some away and take them." 


"I don’t think that’s a good idea. From what I’ve seen, most of the books here are classic literature, some journals, and a few magic books. If you take any, grab the journals and some magic boo—" 


While she was talking, I noticed something on my wrist. The bracelet was signaling something. Someone is nearby. 


"We don’t have time, Ellen. Push this shelf as quickly as possible." 


Ellen takes a deep breath and starts pushing. 


Silent secret