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

The other pair of Kyran's swords appeared in his right hand, and he instantaneously swung the blade on the man.

The man was shocked to see another sword appear on Kyran's other hand and jumped back while crossing his blazing forearms to protect his body.

Kyran's sword missed the man's forearms by a centimeter.

Without a pause, Kyran swung his other sword horizontally at the man. However, the man's blazing forearms erupted once more, and Kyran was forced to jump back.

As soon as he jumped back, he heard a whistling sound coming to his left and instinctively brought up his left hand to protect his face.

The moment his eyes moved to the left, he saw another black pike inches away from his face colliding with the blade of his sword.

'So heavy!' Kyran's eyes grew wide as he felt the weight of the pike's momentum.

Refocusing the Regis Body Tempering Technique on his arms, he barely deflected the pike away from his face.

Damn You