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.
Do I Look Like I Need More Strength?
[What?]
The Quilin's eyes immediately narrowed, and its aura rose menacingly.
[Even if you are the Dragon Lord, you think you can just—.]
"I am asking nicely," Kyran interrupted while also releasing his aura. "If you don't want to give it to me then tell me your terms."
He crossed his arms across his chest, not one bit intimidated by the Quilin's rising aura.
[What terms? Did you think I will just—."]
"Either you tell me your terms or I take it by force," Kyran interrupted once more. "You know I can, so choose wisely."
As he said, Kyran could easily suppress the Quilin and take its horn by force. However, he did not because the Quilin still had a use. Besides, he was also interested in how it spoke about being a servant to the Imperial Dragons because it sounded as if dragons still existed.
The Quilin growled, but it did not make any movement. It really was easy for the Dragon Lord to take its horn by force.