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

Initially, Lev wanted to buy time for himself by giving Kyran a random answer to his question. But thinking this guy could actually communicate with Ignis, could it really be he was the real deal?

Those purple discs were different from the magic arrays Kyran usually summoned when using his magic.

More importantly, those discs… were they even magic arrays? If not… Did it mean Kyran just summoned his magic without magic arrays? How about that time  when he spoke in his head… that was telepathy right?

Cold sweat trickled down Lev's back as he finally realized the situation he was in.

Why did he even think that he could buy time for himself? Judging by Kyran's grip, it was enough to actually squeeze the life out of him if he wanted!

All these thoughts seemed a lot to ponder, but it only flashed in an instant in Lev's head.

"I want to know who you really are," Lev choked out his answer.

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