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.
Grand Array (12)
"To dare take Void Halfling's magic energy in my presence! You have guts of steel!" True Void shouted with such boldness and conviction, yet somehow the impact was not met due to his small frame. Not to mention, his last sentence seemed a little off. There was a saying about nerves of steel but guts— was there even a phrase like that?
Nevertheless, the suction force at which True Void's small frame had released could not be underestimated. Because in just a short span of time, the magic energies in the surroundings already gathered around him, forming a huge and mighty vortex.