Legacy of the Dark Sage
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.
Beast Horde (2)
"The other side released a horde of beast at us!"
A messenger reported as soon as he appeared from the receiving room's array. He knelt in front of the Saint and added, "We failed to detect their movements until they were near the gates!"
The Saint's calm demeanor was replaced with worry.
They had only suffered a recent attack and their fighters had barely recovered. How would they deal with the horde of beast?
"What's the status of our fighters?" The Saint asked Azikh.
Azikh, holding a white disc, was already communicating with someone from the infirmary.
"Most who suffered minor injuries from the last attack has already been cured. However, they have yet to fully recover their mana."
Gidan scowled, "There is nothing we can do about that. Give them mana potions for now. How many are abled? Did the Matron say?"
Azikh's expression turned grim as he looked at Gidan and answered, "No more than thirty."