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 did not object when Cyneah asked to come because he planned to take her along.

On the other hand, Euan wore a complicated expression as he sensed an incoming headache. This was because he could see a very determined look in Cyneah's eyes that spelled trouble to any father who wanted to dote on their daughters.

Cyneah looked like a woman out for blood— err, battle.

Euan could not say for sure whether Kyran noticed her look. And if he did, he wanted to play dumb. However, Euan, for one, wanted the latter to be more aware of what was to come.

Cyneah resembled her biological mother, the late Empress, in this aspect. Once she decided on something, she was determined to see it through to the end.

Kyran had never been to the Kingdom of Cretea. Thus, he gave Euan a transmission scroll so they could get there as soon as possible.

Taking the Initiative (2)