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 had a foreboding the moment he heard the being within the black mist refer to the Shaiha as if it were the name of a person rather than an item. He missed it the first time, but thinking back on it, the being within the black mist's exact words when mentioning the Shaiha were:

'Your fate is still tied with me… Shaiha.'

Your, and Shaiha. Just from these two, one would be able to glean something was amiss.

Kyran had felt it before, but he found the Shaiha a little strange, especially when it conveyed messages to his subconscious.

Nonetheless, he knew the Shaiha was not a living being. At least, not originally.

That only left one other possibility. Could the Shaiha be a relic of some sort that produced its own Sentient? And for some reason, its fate was tied to the being within the black mist?

If this was true, then Kyran could only think of one reason their fate was tied: