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.
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At the northern side of the camp stood a spacious red and blue tent made of high-quality material, bearing the Armakea flag on its roof.
The flag was embroidered with the Royal Family's crest, a profile of a golden three-headed lion inside a golden ring, and two intersecting black spears. The ring was covered with elaborate rune writings similar to how magic arrays were written in the Human plane.
This was the Prince of Armakea's tent.
Standing on each side of the tent's entrance were two knights wearing silver armor and holding a silver spear.
The tent had three sections. The middle section was a receiving room. On the left side was a small conference room, and on the right was a bedroom.
Most of the tents around the Prince's already had their lights dimmed. Only his was still brightly lit, especially the one on the left.