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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

Tail gives a broad smile, his eyes focused solely on the king. He doesn't look around or acknowledge the screams of people who had just witnessed Saraiva's body being hurled to the other side of the kingdom. 


He starts running like a wild animal, in a primitive manner, while his gaze remains fixed on the palace. As he gets even closer, he spots a window. 


Without much thought, he leaps through the colorful window, with its purple and black curves. The glass shatters, causing a loud noise to echo throughout the palace. He lands on his feet and surveys the area. 


Tail knew this place very well. It was the guest quarters or, to him, the training room. The king would punish him there whenever he failed to perform the exercises correctly, and Tail would spend time training alone. 


It was exactly as it had been during his childhood: six neatly made beds, now covered with shards of glass from the window he had just broken. 


World X Tail Ruiz