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.
Mark Of Ruin (3)
After Kyran gave True Void most of the shape-shifting plates, the floating island he sat on had shrunk considerably. Still, it was spacious even with Kyran sitting cross-legged in the middle.
While Kyran was searching for the first obelisk, he took this time to heal the rest of his body.
Only his arms felt a little numb at the moment—particularly the left arm where the Sovereign of Ruin's parting gift hit.
Thinking of how the lightning easily ignored the magic enhancements on his clothes and pierced through his flesh, Kyran made a mental note to improve his magic defences. He had no problem with his physical defence, but if there were a magic attack strong enough to ignore what little magic defence he had, his physical defence would become useless. He initially thought having the Void barrier was enough to cover his lack of magic and physical defences, but now he knew how naive his thinking had been.