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 (5)
"Show yourselves!" Ingrid demanded with narrowed eyes. The glint in her light blue eyes was as cold as ice.
The owner of the voice who had spoken first replied, "Why would we? When it's much easier to deal with you guys when we're hidden like this?"
"Insolent fools!" The woman beside Ingrid growled in anger.
By the time the second voice had spoken, she had already roused her magic and took out several gold talismans with a Fire rune, search, written on them in dark-red ink. So when the first voice replied to Ingrid, fifteen two-feet red magic arrays appeared before her.
Fireballs emerged from the red magic arrays, with a size of one and a half feet. She threw talismans on the first batch of fireballs and they stuck on them without showing signs of burning.
The fireballs flew out and hit several galleries on the second floor.
The woman was not done. She continued to throw talismans on the fireballs that came out within her magic arrays.