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

Ickle and the rest of the Golden Dragon Tribe representatives' reactions were a sight to behold as the match between Anahita and Kyran unfolded. They were not amazed by their confrontation—no, actually, they were pretty amazed, but for an entirely unexpected reason.

Crei, in particular, had a peculiar expression as he observed the two onstage. Unable to contain his thoughts any longer, he voiced his doubts to Ickle.

"Patriarch," he began, his unease palpable, "I understand your request for him to observe Anahita's technique and possibly train her, but this..."

He gestured toward the stage where the two supposed opponents were now absorbed in discussing Anahita's exterior morphication.

At that moment, Anahita was trying out something that Kyran said after pointing out some of the flaws in her application.

Crei continued, "...Can we still call this a spar?"

Closed-Door Meeting (1)