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

"'This face grew on me...'?" Iulia repeated absentmindedly. She blinked for a moment, half understanding yet relatively not the meaning behind it.

"Neo," Kyran called Neo once more.

Though Kyran used the same tone, something in the way he spoke made Neo shiver, and immediately, he touched his mask and changed the settings of his face.

"All done, master. Please don't reset my settings."

"'R-Reset settings...'" Iulia repeated again. She was then reminded of how 'Tyr' used a puppet during the competition between the Conclave and the Royal Army and knew for sure that Kyran was indeed Tyr.

"A puppet," Iulia said, observing Neo momentarily before looking at Kyran. "A puppet with a sentient."

"Why not have a seat first? We have so much to discuss. Let's not dally any longer."

The one who had spoken was not Kyran but someone else among the several others present in the room.

A New Journey (1)