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

"Done," Kyran replied and withdrew his arm above the cauldron.

He took out a piece of cloth and a low-grade healing potion from his pouch. He wrapped his bleeding arm with the cloth before drinking the potion.

"This..." Silas looked at the solution dumbfoundedly. He was too shocked that he forgot to ask for Kyran's wound.

It was no surprise. The solution in the cauldron was reddish-gold just a moment ago, and suddenly it turned to gold after Kyran mixed his blood. If one was to look at it logically, the solution should have turned dark red, not gold.

"If the solution is a success, it will turn to gold. Otherwise, it is a failure." Kyran explained, hearing the confusion in Silas's voice. "This applies to both array and magic scroll creation."

Silas looked at Kyran, "This solution will be used as an ink to write the calculation on a magic scroll, right?"

"But the calculations written on a magic scroll are black."

Transmission Scroll