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

Osman grabbed the shaft of Tilda's axe with his right, then using his left, he grabbed the side of her coat.

"RAA!" He roared while flexing his arm muscles before hurtling her toward the ground.

"Ngh!" Tilda gritted her teeth and immediately let go of her axe. She grabbed Osman's left hand with her right, then shifted her body to wrap her legs around his waist. A light yellow magic array circled her right arm as she hooked it around his neck.

"I'm not afraid of your flames, you assh*le!" She growled before utilizing her Augmentation magic to increase her muscle mass and body size.

The sudden increase in Tilda's weight and size made Osman lose his balance and start falling forward.

"B*tch!" He roared. In an instant, the flames in his body increased, engulfing Tilda.

However, Tilda only sneered as her body further increased in size.

Cracks formed on the ground as the two crashed.

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