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 left the function hall and went to Malia's quarters.

Upon entering, he found Styx leaning by the wall while watching three people, in an alchemist robe, moving around three makeshift beds. Lying on two of these beds were Deo and Tilda. Rake, on the other hand, was nowhere in sight.

But Kyran was not worried as he sensed his faint aura in a separate room to the right. He could also hear Malia's voice, instructing someone on what to do. Since Rake was the last one to arrive, Malia was still treating him.

Styx turned to look at him and gave him a slight nod. He left the hall seething in anger, but it seemed his mood mellowed after confirming Deo and Tilda's conditions. As for Rake, he was still worried, but with Malia tending to him personally, everything should be fine.

Not An Ability