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

[That… Is it already time for its appearance?]

Kyran inwardly gave Shaiha a blank look, resulting in an awkward laugh from her. Before she could defend herself by explaining why she knew the Tower of the Ancients and yet did not tell him, Leif had gone ahead and continued.

"Given your age and possible roots, you may or may not have heard about the Tower of the Ancients," Leif started. "But that tower, as you may have realized from its name, belonged to the Ancients."

She looked at Kyran with a meaningful smile and added, "I'm sure you now understand why my father wants you to agree to help us first before telling you anything."

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