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 crashed into the ground, and a massive explosion rang out. Shockwaves spread out, which in turn instantly destroyed every delicate structure within a thousand-kilometer radius.

Nolan's voice was not loud but echoed throughout the gray space.

Even before he said the word 'coming,' a massive hand had already formed above the spot where Kyran had crash-landed. It turned into a fist that smacked down on the ground.

Another massive explosion rang out as web-like cracks spread out on the ground. Clouds of smoke filled the air that almost hid the gigantic fist.

"Here's another one," Nolan said once again, and a huge black hammer formed above, smashing into the fist.

The force of the hammer broke the ground, creating a hundred-meter radius crater.

Shockwaves erupted, which obliterated what was left of the structures standing on the ground.

Lurking Crisis