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

In the executive booth of the Royal Army, Imman had burst out in laughter the moment Rivka knelt on the floor and asked to be spared. "That is one of your talents? I almost couldn't tell he is one of your men!" Imman commented as he turned to look at Mannick.

Mannick did not respond. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and rested his head before closing his eyes.

Imman sneered, "Quite the opposite in character to his superior."

"I don't think his action is that simple," Ingrid interjected, her eyes staring fixedly at the arena.

Imman looked at her with a slight frown, "And what makes you say that?"

Ingrid glanced at him, then at Mannick, before turning her attention back at the arena. Seemingly thinking of something, she replied, "Just my intuition."

Imman looked unconvinced by her answer. Honestly, he had his thoughts about Rivka's action.

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