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

In one of the floating patches of land outside Somuli, several figures in white hooded robes stood, gazing down at the plane below.

All of them wore blank expressions, with their eyes giving a faint golden glow. The figure at the head of these figures was actually a familiar face.

Like the rest of the figures, he appeared indifferent. However, if one looked straight into his eyes, one would see the contempt he harbored, reflected in them from what happened the last time he was forced to retreat from there.

Another reason for Deus's contempt had something to do with what happened to Midnight.

To be honest, he was relying on her innate ability to assist him in completing the task given to him by the Emperor without alerting Ruin. Unfortunately, her essence was killed in the Lower Realm, dealing a fatal blow to her original body. Because of this, she could not reenter the Lower Realm for the next few months.

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