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

"What is happening to me is related to my magic cores?" Kyran repeated, looking at the man incredulously.

The man nodded and said, "Tell me what you see when you look at your central core."

Kyran looked at the biggest orb. As he saw earlier, the color inside had purple and silver. The colors did not blend. Instead, both colors were trying to dominate the other.

"It contains both colors from the other two cores," Kyran answered.

Kyran looked at the man's back. He initially wanted to say that the colors seemed to be at odds against each other and were 'fighting', but just thinking about his answer made him uneasy. It sounded too absurd even to him.

Besides, he knew the man could read his thoughts. So why did he want him to say his 'absurd' answer out loud?

Magic Core