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

"He does," Kyran admitted with a wry smile. He recalled how The Emperor managed to corner him and nearly hit the bucket when the latter destroyed a dead plane.

While this was on his mind, he felt a soft tug at his right sleeve. He turned and saw Cyneah looking at him in concern.

Cyneah, despite her lack of sight, was heightenedly sensitive to others' emotions. A mere sound, a slight change in tone, could provide her with a window into their soul, allowing her to deduce their feelings almost accurately.

In Kyran's case, Cyneah heard the underlying frustration and unease when he answered Diara. He only spoke two words that did not say much about what he experienced, but she felt the weight of what he went through after meeting The Emperor.

Cyneah felt pain from imagining the hardship Kryan experienced to escape The Emperor's pursuit. Kyran might have even been on the verge of death before fleeing to the Higher Realm.

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