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 felt his head throb at Zeniff's reminder of the Regis Clan's current status in the empire.

It was truly frightening how one rumor could sway the mass. The war was not even large, and most confrontations happened within the territories of involved factions. Because of this, the majority of the citizens were not affected.

Nevertheless, those with relatives in places that had not been affected by the war heard what happened from them, fueling the rumors that hold half truth and half exaggeration.

Sensing Kyran's apprehension, the three people with him exchanged glances and shared wry smiles.

They could not blame the majority for heeding those rumors because they had been in seclusion for a very long time. The people that truly believed in the Regis Clan's moral standards were already old or dead. Their voices were too soft compared to the current generation comprising most of the empire's citizens.

Meeting Again (2)