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Velho do Cangaço

Velho do Cangaço is a journey through the backlands of the Northeast, where the harsh reality of life intertwines with the wisdom of a man who has seen it all. With just one eye, the old man sees more than most — he sees the soul of the backlands and carries with him the stories and scars of a life lived on the margins.

In this work, the protagonist crosses arid landscapes and forgotten cities, resolving conflicts and unraveling mysteries wherever he goes. His slow, firm steps tell a story of resistance, strength and the weight of the past, in a land that does not forgive weakness.

Get ready to enter the world of a simple but profound man, where each decision echoes the struggles of a people who, even in the face of the greatest adversities, do not bow down.

The old man of the cangaço

The silence in the chamber was oppressive, as the leader of the Guardians regarded the old man with a gaze that seemed to penetrate beyond the flesh, as if trying to unravel secrets hidden deep within his soul. The old man knew that this moment was crucial; there could be no half-truths or omissions. The Guardians' trust depended on absolute sincerity.

"Long ago, I made mistakes," the old man began, his voice echoing softly off the stone walls. "Mistakes that haunt me to this day. I was part of a war that devastated not only my home, but the lives of many who trusted me. It was in that war that I lost everything I held dear."

He paused, his eyes fixed on the symbols etched into the stone table, as if the ancient markings were reviving memories he would rather leave buried. "Since then, I have become a wanderer, seeking redemption in ways I can barely comprehend. But now, something much greater than me, greater than any of us, is at stake."

The leader of the Guardians remained silent, but the other members of the group murmured among themselves, their voices low and indistinct. Athos and the mage kept their attention, watching the tension building in the air. They knew that the Guardians' approval or rejection could determine the course of the coming battle.

"And this entity you have freed," the leader asked, "this Azaroth, what is his true nature? Do you understand the depth of what you have done?"

The mage, realizing it was his turn to speak, stepped forward. "Azaroth is an ancient force, an entity tied to the twilight, to the threshold between light and darkness. He is not, by nature, evil, but his presence distorts the balance of the world. By freeing him, we not only release a powerful figure from the past, but we also break the barriers that keep other forces at bay."

The Guardians listened intently, and their leader nodded slightly, as if beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. "So you seek our help not only to confront Azaroth, but to restore the balance that has been shattered."

"Exactly," the old man replied. "We know that we cannot face what lies ahead alone. We need allies who understand the forces at play, who can help prevent the world from descending into chaos."

The leader of the Guardians pondered for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over the group gathered around him. Finally, he spoke, his voice thick with authority. "The truth you have brought to us is hard to ignore. The balance of the world is sacred, and any threat to it is a threat to all living things. If we choose to fight alongside you, it will be because we believe your intentions are pure and that there is hope of restoring what has been lost."

The old man took a deep breath, feeling a huge weight lift from his shoulders. There was still much to be done, but this alliance was a crucial step in the right direction. "We thank you for listening. We know the path ahead is perilous, but with your help, we believe we can avert the worst."

The leader of the Guardians waved his hand, and the other members gathered, forming a circle around the table. "Let us deliberate," he said. "And when we are ready, we will give our answer. But know that whatever we decide, it will be final."

With that, the Guardians began to argue among themselves, leaving the old man, the mage, and Athos in silence in the chamber. All they could do now was wait and trust that their words had been enough to convince those who held the world's oldest secrets.

The old man looked at Athos and the mage, their faces reflecting the same mixture of hope and apprehension. The decision that was about to be made could very well determine the fate of all.

Chapter 49: The Revelation