Lessyr

When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down.

The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped.

Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown.

A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him.

At least that's what most people thought...

"I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...."


Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.

Legacy of the Dark Sage

While a world-shaking incident was happening outside the Misty Forest, inside the forest, the remnant souls could only look at the smaller semi-transparent sphere that was suspended near the edge of the ravine leading to the Chaos Palace.

They all called out in concern while they looked at the crouched silhouette inside the sphere.

[There is no response from Lord Azaloth.]

A remnant soul beside the leader said.

[It cannot be helped. We can only do our best to protect the Monarch.]

The leader replied with a hint of determination in his voice.

The rest of the remnant souls replied in unison.

Kyran slowly opened his eyes. His vision was slightly blurred, and his body ached all over. He did not know when he passed out, but it was not surprising. It was his first time feeling that excruciating pain, after all.

Are You..?