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

"Die!" Kesiah shouted as her body glowed with a fierce red light.

The Basilisk hissed in pain as he thrashed his body around to get her off his head. However, with one of her feet digging into his head, it proved to be a taxing endeavour. He also suffered many fatal injuries, and thrashing his body made him lose blood faster than he would have liked.

As the light that covered Kesiah grew brighter, her foot went deeper into the Basilisk's head. Just a little bit more, and she could ground his brain and kill him.

A dark blue and purple glint flew toward Kesiah, seemingly keen on going past her neck.

A few knights nearby saw the glint even before it neared her and immediately shouted to warn her. They also moved, with a few with long-range weapons as their Divine Armament, aiming at the incoming glint.

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