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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

Today is the start of the second phase of the tournament. I'm completely excited to get started. 


During the time before it began, Ellen and I practiced our skills a lot. I'm pretty confident in my Windstorm Dance, in the Lucas style! My way of using it is completely different from Visuke’s. At first, I didn’t really like it, but then I started to see it in a different light. 


And now, I’m genuinely happy about it. Today will be its debut! 


Right now, I’m enjoying Lenon’s delicious breakfast food with Ellen sitting beside me. By the way, she’s fine; her sudden fainting was caused by overuse of her affinity. Camila warned her about it, and she’s been moderating her use of it. 


Ellen asked me as she placed her cutlery on the plate, signaling that she’d finished eating. 


"Yeah, I guess I am. I’m not eager to see my opponent; I just can’t wait to use the Windstorm Dance, Lucas-style!" 


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