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

The moment Kyran regained consciousness, an excruciating pain racked his body that almost made him groan out loud. Fortunately, a cool sensation washed over his body that instantly dispelled any discomfort.

Kyran squinted as his eyes slowly regained their focus. An unfamiliar ceiling greeted him, and memories of what happened before he passed out flashed through his mind.

When he remembered his encounter with a powerful outsider and Ruin's intervention, Kyran planned to summon his Servants at once. However, just as he was about to prop one arm, he noticed something cold yet soft grasping his right hand.

Turning slightly to his right, Kyran finally noticed someone holding his hand. And that someone was causing a cool sensation to course through his body.

"Neah..." Kyran muttered under his breath as he saw Cyneah leaning over the side of the bed with her eyes closed.

Acquisition (5)