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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

His form begins to change, his body starts to melt, and something emerges that I have never seen before. At first, I can't process what's happening before my eyes, but it feels as though a wave of heat is spreading through the entire environment, distorting the air around him. 


From the broad smile he had, a mask in the shape of a chameleon emerges, and his clothing transforms into a long garment that reaches down to his feet—white, adorned with a sun symbol in the lower right corner. He holds a sword firmly in his hand, and his presence is imposing. The blade glimmers in the sunlight, creating a stark contrast to the dire situation unfolding before me. 


"Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to kill you; I just need the boy who is inside your house. He took something valuable. And I need to know where it is." 


Chameleon