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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

One of the good things—and I can now brag about it—is that I finally don't have to work 60 hours a week for almost nothing anymore. I received a small amount of money, and I remember perfectly the feeling of needing to eat something at night and having nothing to eat. 


Leonard handed me the payment for the last mission, even though I didn't complete it. He admitted that he was wrong to trust me with the mission, saying that Ellen and I weren't strong enough. I showed no reaction upon hearing that. He left my room, and I stayed there, staring at the ceiling, feeling angry at myself. It feels like I'm stuck in time, unable to evolve. 


Regardless, there are only a few days left until the tournament, and I will do my best to understand my affinity. 


I'm eating a sandwich made of bread, meat, lettuce, tomato, potatoes, and other things I don't even know the names of. Ellen forced me to eat it because she had tried it before, liked it a lot, and decided I should try it too. 


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