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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

Light advanced, his sword cutting through the air with precision in a rapid sequence of attacks. His blade shimmered with speed, a horizontal cut followed by a vertical one that Tail barely managed to dodge. 


The sound of metal scraping the air echoed as Light’s blade passed very close to Tail’s face, but managed to cut both his thighs. Tail stepped back, his cold gaze observing every move of his opponent. Agile, Tail countered, his fists moving with impressive speed. Light blocked with his sword, feeling the impact of the punches. 


Light spun the sword with a fluid motion, creating a powerful arc that forced Tail to retreat. The blade scraped against Tail's body, but he seemed unaffected. Tail launched a quick strike with his fists, attempting to disarm Light, but the warrior, agile, leapt to the side, evading the attack. He seized the opportunity and, with a burst of speed, attacked once more. 


World X Tail Ruiz Part 3