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.
Plan
Kyran's pupils turned into slits, which were glowing silver, while his irises were reddish-purple. This change was a clear sign when he circulated both Draconic and Void magic in his body.
The Shaiha hummed as if resonating with his silent anger.
Once again, Kyran was helpless when presented with his inabilities.
His inability to predict and prepare for every possible scenario he would face; his inability to correctly remember important things at the most crucial moment; his inability to follow through with his plans; and most of all, his inability to protect everyone he holds dear.
Anyone who knew the things going on in Kyran's head would likely tell him not to be full of himself.
After all, he was but one man. What can one man do?
Humans need others to fill in the gaps in their weaknesses. Since every human has their own weaknesses and strengths, only by helping each other can they strive and survive in this world.