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

A powerful force loomed over Kyran as his body made an involuntary move. He immediately unleashed 50% of the Regis Blessing, and through gritted teeth, he fought the force that wanted to overpower him.

From a distance, Sen's body also blurred. He pointed at Kyran and said with eyes flashing wickedly, "I'm going to enjoy playing with you."

Kyran paid no attention to him because he was busy fighting the force trying to control his body. At the moment, the force had already doubled, forcing him to increase the percentage of the Regis Blessing.

"Argh," he grimaced when a searing hot pain shot out from within his core.

'No not now,' he thought as panic started to whelm his senses.

It appeared that he could only use about 60% of the Regis Blessing until he fixed his magic core. Any more than that, his damaged magic core would act up, and who knew what would happen once it exploded.

Enough Talk