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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

As I reveled in my sleep, I felt taps on my face. For a moment, I thought it was just my imagination, until the taps grew stronger. 


"Get up, Uths! We need to continue the journey; maybe we’ll even reach the city today." 


As I opened my eyes, I saw Larry standing over me, giving gentle taps on my face. 


Still completely groggy, I began to sit up slowly. 


"It must be around seven in the morning. The day is just starting now. We’ve already prepared the horses, including yours." 


I looked around and saw that Larry wasn't joking. Lawrie was already on his horse, adjusting the reins, and Vectra was a little further away, near a tree, finishing tying the bags on the back of his horse. 


"You guys really don’t waste any time, huh?" 


I fully stood up, stretching my body, feeling the stiffness in my muscles caused by the uncomfortable night on the ground. 


Hyuuga, the Ghost Town Part 2