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 took note of Euan referring to Cyneah as the Saint. He was not expecting the older man to refer to her as his daughter, but he felt his address a little cold.

Judging by Cyneah's seemingly indifferent facade, yet letting out an almost inaudible shaky breath, Kyran knew she was a little affected by it.

Then again, Kyran could not blame Euan. For so many years, he believed Haylee was his real daughter and doted on her. Technically, Haylee was still Euan's daughter. Unfortunately, she was only an essence. Not to mention, she ended up being influenced by Layla's will.

"'Half a year after...'" Kyran repeated as his eyes narrowed at Euan. "That means it was you who ordered the Nobles to pull out from here and let the Eidums handle their border defenses by themselves."

"Yes," Euan replied indifferently. Inwardly, he was aware that Kyran was a little displeased about what he did.

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