WendellzD

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

It was hard to explain the feeling in my chest. I was in an arena with a solid ground, facing a large opponent. Visuke smiled and drew his katana from its sheath. 


When I looked again at where Ellen and Leonard were sitting, I noticed another person who wasn’t there before. The king had just arrived and took a seat in front of everyone. 


Looking forward again, I didn’t see Visuke, but when I glanced down, he was coming at me at great speed. I managed to dodge his attempt to slash my abdomen. 


"You need to keep your focus here, Lucas. Not out there," he said with a calm and serene look. 


"I apologize, Visuke," I replied with a smile, drawing my sword from its sheath. 


"Let’s do this," I said to him, as I ran towards him. 


He stared at me intently, and the closer I got, the stranger I felt. He just stood there, staring, holding his sword without showing any sign of defense. 


I shouldn’t worry about that, it’s not my problem. 


Lucas x Visuke