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

Cade's silver eyes glinted as he saw the incoming short blade. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he snorted.

'Too naive,' he thought as a silver magic array crept on his outstretched arm.

Black spots appeared on his arm, spreading rapidly. It formed into an inch-thick gauntlet protecting his arm.

Kyran's eyes narrowed as his short blade touched the gauntlet. The gauntlet should be incapable of countering the short blade's Void property. But to Kyran's surprise, his short blade failed to cut the gauntlet.

As if his short blade collided with a solid metal, Kyran's hand got brushed off.

In that short lapse, Cade's palm had smashed Kyran's chest, and once again, he got thrown back.

Kyran's eyes glowed reddish-purple as he slammed his feet on the ground. Dark purple sabatons formed on his feet. Spikes extended at the sole of the sabatons and pierced on the ground, breaking his momentum.

Real Strength