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

Kyran twisted his body and avoided the arrows aimed at him.

The three arrows missed him and hit the ground.

He jumped up a tree branch, and the moment he landed, a long whip slashed from the side, wrapping his leg around the tree branch.

'Tsk,' Kyran gritted his teeth. 'Just how are they tracking me?'

He summoned his Void Armor, and immediately the whip on his feet disintegrated, and he jumped to the next branch.

As he jumped, he heard a whirring sound coming from above.

He looked up in time to see a huge axe coming down at him.

Kyran was tempted to use his Void Scales. But he endured and instead took out a sword from his pouch.

Because of the momentum of the axe, Kyran only managed to deflect it to his left using his sword.

He landed on the next branch and was about to jump again when another set of arrows rained down on him.

Killing Spree