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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

Each blow sent blood flying. But the crowd still cheered. 


Lucas says while analyzing the state of the arena. 


"You’re right, although deep down we already knew the outcome." 


"Hey, Larry and Lawrie. I’m sorry for earlier." 


Larry and Lawrie, who were just watching the outcome of the battle, look at Uths. 


"This man named Consty... He was amazing." 


He said while looking at Consty’s result. He was met with several punches from Camus. Deep down, everyone already knew the outcome. 


Consty was completely dominated by Camus. He was on the ground, surrounded by blood. His own blood. 


His biggest mistake was confronting Camus directly. He had just been hit by ice spears that came from the ice. 


He was completely debilitated, and when he faced Camus, he was crushed. Camus started hitting him all over the face. 


Consty Part 3