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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

While I was talking to Ellen, I was surprised by Camilla, who appeared at the door. 


"You can rest a bit, Lucas. Ellen and I will go check on the guys now." 


I let out a sigh of relief. Sleep was already taking over my mind, and the fatigue weighed like an anchor. I looked at Ellen and noticed she was as exhausted as I was, probably due to the effort of searching for items all day. 


She asked lazily, not hiding how tired she was. 


Camilla replied in the same tone, which made Ellen feel even more discouraged, like a flower wilting without water. 


I asked, a smile forming on my face, already imagining a comfortable place to rest. Camilla looked at me and, with a calculated smile, raised her hand, stretched out her index finger, and pointed to the floor. 


I asked, surprised, with confusion written on my face. 


Peace Part 2