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

Hearing Kyran's cheeky reply made the two white-robed Grand Master mages with the middle-aged man seethe with anger.

The one on the left gritted his teeth while stepping forward and growled, "Such insolence! I will pluck your tongue and use it as feeds to the—"

The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the man from speaking further.

"Master Tobias," the white-robed Grand Master wanted to complain. In the end, he held his tongue and stepped back, while looking at Kyran spitefully.

The people below who heard the Grand Master said the middle-aged man's name all gasped in shock.

"No way, sir Tobias? THE sir Tobias? One of the only two mages the Royal Family granted a magic amnesty token?"

"Then this pressure... c-could this be him displaying his forbidden gravity magic?"

The people from the Blacksmith Order whispered to one another.

Kyran heard them and frowned inwardly.