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.
Learning Magic Sense (3)
"Good. Now, open your eyes and tell me what you 'see,'" Anette encouraged Cyneah.
Anette's request was not a thoughtless remark.
Cyneah was blind, but during their conversation that morning, Anette had confirmed that she was not blind by birth.
Anette and Kyran already guessed this much in another conversation they had.
Since birth, if Cyneah had been blind, she would not be able to describe the 'lights' she saw vividly. She also understood the structure of things as long as you adequately explained them to her.
Cyneah slowly opened her eyes. The moment she did, she noticed wisps of white-colored mist circling her.
"H-How...?" Cyneah asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Since she lost her eyesight, she had only seen the darkness, which would sometimes be lit up by two or three 'lights.' Occasionally, she would see the shape of an activated array. But in those instances, the lights and the array had a shape.