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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

Serenna and I quickly returned to where the king was, to alert him about our search for information on Joseph's sword. The place was still the same, but much darker than the last time. Maybe it was because the sun had set, and the moon had risen? I wasn’t sure, but the heavy atmosphere brought back memories of a mission I had with Lily long ago. The smell of the night mixed with the dense air almost transported me back to that time, where the challenges were different, but the weight on my shoulders felt just as heavy. 


Light’s voice broke through the darkness, just as sudden as his presence. He always had this unusual ability to appear out of nowhere, like a living shadow. 


"It’s really dark here, Light. I could barely see you." 


He let out a small chuckle, seemingly amused. 


"Stop lying, Lima. I know you noticed. The king is right ahead of us." 


Meeting of Guards