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

Blade Dancer plane, Sound House connecting mansion.

Tehila, the only female House Leader of the Blade Dancer Clan, exuded a commanding presence as she stood in front of Alta's room. She strode into the latter's room without even announcing herself because there was not a need to. As the leader of the Sound House, it such was her privilege. This was a long-standing rule in every Blade House of the clan, a testament to every house leader's authority over their respective Houses.

A slight frown appeared on Tehila's beautiful face as soon as she saw the state of Alta's room.

The room, shrouded in an oppressive darkness, seemed to mirror the latter's mood. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of gloom, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that usually filled it.

Chase (15)