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

Seeing Stella's hesitation, Kyran did not pursue the subject. He might be interested in learning more about the War of the Sovereigns but it was not his priority at that moment.

Stella looked at Kyran in surprise. She was not expecting him not to dwell on the subject.

"You—," she began to say but stopped at once. "No... nevermind."

She paused for a moment before responding to his question. With a slight shake of her head, she replied "That's all I know."

Kyran studied her expression for a few seconds and said, "Alright, I'll believe you."

"I told you, I have no plans on keeping what I know."

Kyran did not react to her words and instead turned to leave.

"Wait," Stella was surprised at his sudden decision to leave. "You returned here for a reason. Why are you already leaving without addressing it?"

Juncture (5)