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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

Rodrigo held the relic in his hands, its warmth pulsing faintly against his skin. It was smaller than he had imagined, but the energy it radiated was undeniable. The air around him felt heavy, charged with a power he couldn't quite describe. He looked over at Sebastião and Dona Maria, who both stood in silent awe.

For a moment, no one spoke. The significance of what Rodrigo now held seemed to echo in the small chapel, as if the walls themselves recognized the gravity of the moment. It wasn't just an object—it was a force, something ancient and potent that had survived countless generations, waiting for this moment.

Sebastião was the first to break the silence, his voice low. "So, what now? You have it... but what do we do with it?"

Rodrigo stared at the shimmering sphere in his hands, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside him. "This relic... it's more than just a tool. It's a responsibility. Whatever power it holds, it can either save or destroy. We need to be careful with how we use it."

Dona Maria nodded solemnly. "The stories say that those who wield it must be wise. It was never meant to be used recklessly. It has the potential to bring balance, but also chaos."

Rodrigo's mind raced. The war that had ravaged their land, the battles fought for control of resources and territory—it all seemed trivial now compared to what he held in his hands. This relic wasn't just about war. It was about survival, about the future of the people who lived in the shadow of this conflict.

Sebastião stepped closer, his eyes fixed on the relic. "Do you think this can end the war?"

Rodrigo's grip tightened slightly. "It depends. If we use it with the right intent, maybe it can. But if it falls into the wrong hands, it could make things worse. This isn't just a weapon, Sebastião. It's something far more dangerous."

Dona Maria, who had remained silent for a moment, looked at Rodrigo with a mixture of hope and fear. "Then we have to make sure it never falls into the wrong hands. You're the one who found it, Rodrigo. You have to decide what to do with it."

Rodrigo exhaled slowly, the weight of the decision settling on his shoulders. He had spent his life avoiding responsibility, wandering from village to village, solving problems but never staying long enough to face the bigger challenges. But now, standing in this chapel with the relic in his hands, he knew he couldn't run anymore.

The war, the suffering, the lives at stake—it all came down to this moment. The relic was a key, not just to power, but to the future. Rodrigo would have to make a choice that could either save countless lives or doom them to further conflict.

"I'll keep it safe," Rodrigo said quietly, his voice filled with resolve. "But we need to be prepared. If word gets out about this relic, others will come for it. And they won't stop until they have it."

Sebastião nodded grimly. "Then we better make sure they don't find out."

Dona Maria placed a hand on Rodrigo's shoulder. "We're with you, Rodrigo. Whatever happens next, we'll face it together."

Rodrigo nodded, feeling the weight of the relic in his hands, and the weight of the future resting on his shoulders.

Chapter 107: The Weight of Power