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.
Meeting The Five Sigils
"Passive domain?" Zephyr and Tritus repeated.
What the heck did that even mean? As far as they were concerned there was only a Magus's domain. There were no categories or whatnot associated with it.
Seeing their confused expressions, Kyran chuckled and said, "I can't go into details but just know what your master can do is not bound by normal logic."
Zephyr's brow twitched at his words. Did Kyran have to act arrogantly? They already knew he had two powerful magic— ah, right, Zephyr was the only one who knew this—, but did he have to rub it on their faces?
And why was Kyran even referring to himself as 'your master,' it sounded really obnoxious.
"As expected of, master," Tritus immediately replied clasping his hands respectfully toward Kyran. "I truly have made the right choice of submitting to you."
"Right, let's get going," Kyran said, looking awkwardly at Tritus's actions. He then proceeded to walk toward the dark purple tower up ahead.