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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

I just arrived again at the place I marked yesterday with Visuke, and this time, I got here first. He hasn’t shown up yet. 


These last few days, close to the start of the tournament's return, have been, in a way, more peaceful. The others went on missions, and Ellen, who didn't come yesterday, saw me leaving Lenon and asked where I was going and decided to come with me. 


And now she’s here. She’s training her Teleport affinity while I’m sitting here waiting for Visuke to show up. 


She’s sitting cross-legged, enjoying the breeze. Every now and then, she picks up some leaves, puts them in the middle of her hand, and takes a deep breath. She stays silent for a few moments, and in some of those moments, the leaf simply disappears. 


"Sorry for the delay, Lucas. I had a little setback on my way here!" 


I get up from the ground and draw my katana from its sheath. 


Dance of the Gale Part 2