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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

He comes toward me with extreme speed and slashes my shoulder. 


I feel an intense pain, as if a flame has been ignited on my skin. Even so, I hold firm, trying to ignore the pulsing pain spreading through my arm. Adrenaline courses through my veins, and every movement I make becomes a concentrated effort, a battle against the weakness threatening to seep into my being. My arm feels heavier now, and the sword Lídia, which would normally be a light burden, has now turned into a weight. 


"It’s been a while since I fought anyone. I'm still getting the hang of it." 


I say, trying to inject a bit of humor into the situation unfolding before me. I let out a nervous laugh, as if that could ease the tension in the air, but inside, I feel the sweat trickling down my face, and I know I can’t underestimate my opponent. He is quick, cunning, and he’s here to take me down. 


Chameleon Part 2