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.
Enter The Fray (4)
In a dark room, a lone light, like a spotlight, shone down on a kneeling figure. Thick black chains and several black talismans with red writings bound and covered the figure.
The black chains were clearly made of anti-cast stones, and the talismans were magic seals that prevented the figure from rousing magic energy.
A woman's soft, almost narcotic voice spoke from within the darkness, addressing the kneeling figure. She said, "I never imagined we'd be in this situation, Disciple Tyr."
The figure, who was none other than Neo, lifted his head with great difficulty. Using his sensors, he tried to determine the voice's location but failed. Nevertheless, he was able to determine the owner of the voice. Though there were slight changes— because she sounded more mature than before— there was no doubt that the voice's sound frequency was still the same.
The Crown Princess, Haylee.