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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

We left the king's palace and started walking towards the coliseum, planning to ask Lucas about the swords. Deep down, though, I didn’t believe he knew the exact location of Joseph's sword. 


“Don’t you think it’s strange, Lima?” 


As we walked through the empty streets of Ecrom—since almost everyone was watching the rookie tournament—Serenna, who had been quiet the whole time, finally broke the silence that had settled between us. 


“What exactly? The return of someone who was supposed to be dead?” 


I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. 


“That too... But these swords, they’re really strange, don’t you think?” 


She glanced down at the sword hanging by my waist. 


Primordial Swords