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.
Four Powers In The Royal Army
"W-Who...?" Zephyr asked as he turned to Kyran.
Though his master had said that the man before them was a new Sigil and even acted the part, Zephyr felt something different about him.
It was the kind of difference that though they were both Sigils, the restrictions placed upon the man were far more complex than Zephyr.
Tritus stood up and looked at Zephyr, with a very respective attitude he lowered his head slightly toward him and said, "I am Tritus. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
Kyran's brow slightly twitched at Tritus's attitude.
When he removed his memories and used the Novo spell to alter them, he did not expect the result would be like this. As far as he was concerned, the changes he made should not have affected Tritus's attitude much.
"Zephyr," Zephyr also introduced himself while looking uneasily at Tritus.
"Senior Zephyr," Tritus addressed with a slight nod. "I'll be in your care from now on."