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

[You have arrived on the other side of The Land of Desolation.]

A voice that sounded like a blend of a boy and a young woman sounded in Kyran's head.

Typically, if someone hears a voice in their head after arriving at who knows where, they would feel alarmed. But rather than feeling alarmed, Kyran felt troubled.

Because when the voice spoke to him, something resonated inside him as well.

Kyran's brown furrowed as he looked into his sea of consciousness through his mind's eye.

[It is good to finally speak with you properly, Realm Scion.]

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