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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

Consty seemed to ignore what Camus was saying, his determination to stay on his feet overcoming anything else. 


"This kid... He wasn't made to be a knight, but he has something many don't: determination." 


Uths said as he watched the situation unfold, a mix of admiration and disbelief in his eyes. 


"During the admission test to enter the royal houses, he was the same way. Griffin became interested in him because of his determination not to fall." 


Caroline added, resting her chin on her hand, her concern evident. The tension in the air was thick and palpable as everyone in the arena could feel the intensity of the moment. 


"If you’re not going to give up, then I’ll finish you off." 


Camus declared, raising his sword, preparing to strike at the heart of his opponent with deadly precision. His confidence was unshakable, but it hid the turmoil within him. 


Consty Part 2