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.
Conclave vs. Royal Army
Two sets of golden numbers hovered above the hall. One set was timed for three hours and hovered on the left side. While the other still had three zeroes, hovered on the right.
These were the timers for the upcoming Alchemy and Solo Competitions.
At ten minutes before nine in the morning, all participants finally appeared at the hall's center.
Six participants in total for the Alchemy Competition, three on each team, and ten for the Solo Competition, five on each.
As all participants arrived, a female Courtenay member walked to the hall's center. She flew midair and faced the booth where Euan, Iulia, and Haylee were. She bowed in respect and said, "Greetings to His Majesty, Emperor Euan, Her Majesty, Empress Iulia, and Her Highness, Crown Princess Haylee."
Sitting on a gold high chair with red accents, Euan nodded in acknowledgment.