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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 eyes glide over the four of us, trying to find something or recognize something about us. 


"Calm down, everyone. We didn't come here to fight." 


I whisper, trying to keep him from hearing. He looks at me and gives a smile. 


His voice sounds tired, like someone who hasn't had a drink in a long time. 


I reply, trying to keep my distance. Hearing my answer, he chuckles lightly. 


He replies and begins to draw his sword from his belt. 


The tension in the air was palpable, and my heart was racing. I could see the fear etched on Larry and Lawrie's faces. Vectra, silent as always, stood rigid, watching the man’s every move. He was imposing, and every step he took seemed heavier, as if the very ground was crushed under his power. 


Hyuuga, the Ghost Town Part 3