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

[I sensed a malicious intent closing in on you. So I had to rush over here, Master. I am currently circulating my magic around you to camouflage your presence.]

Zephyr's voice sounded in Kyran's head, while at the same time, he was looking at him meaningfully.

Zephyr's magic was air. As long as he manipulated the air around his target, he could easily camouflage their presence to appear similar to his.

Kyran looked at Zephyr with a grateful expression. While internally, he was already racking his brain on who would suddenly have malicious intent on him.

Okay, so there were plenty. But Kyran was using Nar's face right now. It was impossible for them to recognize him.

Spatial Manipulation