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.
I Only Used 20%...
[Void Halfling, you said we'd make fast work on the other two legendary beasts but can you really do that if you're holding back?]
Kyran could not help but regard True Void with a blank expression. True Void started his statement with a 'we' but ended it with a 'you.' Was he planning on letting Kyran deal with the legendary beasts alone?
True Void continued as if knowing Kyran was giving him a dirty look.
[Don't look at me like that. Now that Azaloth has appeared, I got reminded that I am not a shield. I am a weapon. But as I am now, and I really hate to admit this, I can't help with the offensive.]
'Are you still muddle headed from sleeping too long? Have you forgotten the reason I made the shape-shifting plates' size small? It is to ensure I can change them however I want. Whether a defensive or an offensive item, it is made to be able to change into them. That's why it's called the 'shape-shifting' plates,' Kyran reminded him.