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.
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"How are you feeling, Tyr?" Tilda asked as soon as Kyran appeared.
Kyran only responded with a slight smile.
They understood at once that his condition was worse than they expected. Initially, they thought his pale complexion was only because he used up most of his magic energy. Upon closer inspection, they noticed the beads of sweat dripping on the side of his face and the back of his neck. His lips were also chapped which was understandable given how he was trapped inside a wall of flames for more than twenty minutes.
There were no visible injuries on Kyran, but that did not mean he was not injured. He might have suffered internal injuries.
Rake took out a bottle of water and handed it to Kyran, who replied with a "Thanks," in a cracked voice.