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 lowered his head and, with shaking hands, touched the young girl's arm wrapped around his waist.

As if sensing his agitation, the young girl shifted and held Kyran's hand in her comfortingly.

"It's okay. I am here," the young girl's soft voice said.

Kyran's head dipped further as he ground his teeth.

Warm. The young girl's hands were warm.

"Nar? Are you still there?" Cyneah suddenly asked, prompting Kyran to lift his head and look at her.

Cyneah, with her mirror-like eyes that seemed to reflect all colors in the surroundings, was looking back at him. She was no longer kneeling on the ground but was standing. The blood from the mutilated corpses around her flowed like a river, dying the hem of her clothes in red.

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