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 watched with wide eyes as the crates inside the caravan got lifted off the floor from the lack of gravitational pull. As a matter of fact, he, too, got lifted from his seat as they fell.

He was about to scold Gustaff and Nolan for not telling him about this part of the journey when the caravan shook. Afterwards, the crates inside fell back into their places. Luckily, the crates did not crash onto each other.

Kyran also slumped back on his seat. The abrupt movement hurt his bottom, and he winced from the pain.

"Why didn't any of you warn me about that?" He asked through gritted teeth.

Gustaff and Nolan, who seemed to have awoken, answered simultaneously.

"Because it is fun to see the reactions of newcomers."

"Tell you and spoil my fun? No f*cking way."

The two exchanged glances and grinned at each other.

Tower Of Tribulation (4)