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's figure disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he had shortened the distance between him and Kesiah.

Gaham and the rest of the Armakean officers and knights who saw the speed of the Eidum's mysterious helper were flabbergasted. They were told of his strength; some even witnessed it with their own eyes. But the speed he had shown paled in comparison to what they knew.

They wanted to assist her however they could, but they could only watch because they were occupied with the remaining two magical beasts and the rest of the horde.

Kesiah was also surprised, but unlike the others, she was prepared for the worst. Thus, the moment she saw the mysterious helper disappear from her sight, she raised her scimitars and gracefully whirled her body to deflect the mysterious helper's incoming attack.

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