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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

Lima and Lucas then decided to return to their previous location to watch Camus's fight, which was about to begin. 


"Who's the opponent Camus is fighting? Do you know, Uths?" 


Lucas asked as they arrived. Uths turned to him. 


"It’s someone named Consty, I think that’s the name," 


Lucas froze a bit at the mention of Camus’s name. It had been a long time since he had last seen him. Lucas might have seemed confident outwardly, but deep down, he was filled with curiosity about how Camus had changed during their time apart. Lima sat right behind Uths, and Lucas took a seat next to him, looking over and spotting Larry and Lawrie. 


As soon as he said that, his brother sitting next to him jumped in to scold him. 


"And was he supposed to lose, you idiot?" 
