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

'We parted having such an ambiguous air between us. I am sorry.'

Stella's voice sounded in Kyran's head before she even finished what she spoke aloud.

Others might think Stella's speech was meant to annoy Layla. But it appeared she did it to conceal the fact she was talking to Kyran telepathically.

'You should not have come,' Kyran replied, his expression remaining unreadable.

Meanwhile, Layla was not happy at being ignored— not to mention getting her plans foiled by someone who was supposed to be her 'best friend's' successor.

Apart from that, that successor shared her best friend's name.

Layla was not stupid. She knew the two were talking telepathically.

Even as a Time mage, it was impossible for Stella to halt time for long. For this reason, Layla chose to proceed with her next plan.

Since detaining Kyran had failed, Layla could only let him handle the rest.

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