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.
Macabre (3)
After contacting Malia, Stella took Kyran and Cyneah to her quarters using the tower's transmission array.
When they appeared, Kyran lay Cyneah down on one side of the bed while Stella went to the bathroom. She brought a white basin filled with lukewarm water and a handtowel. Then she sat on the side of the bed, soaked the handtowel in water, and wrung it once before wiping Cyneah's arms.
Stella's brow was slightly furrowed. Cyneah did feel frighteningly cold. Stella could not say it in front of Kyran, seeing how worried he was, but Cyneah felt like a corpse. That was Stella's impression when Kyran laid Cyneah on the bed; her body appeared to lack bones. If not for the slight heaving of her chest as she breathed, Stella believed her to be dead.
True Void disengaged himself as a bracer and turned into miniature armor before sitting on Kyran's shoulder.
[What are you thinking, Void Halfling?]