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.
Preparation (2)
"I'd welcome Rin's clobbering anytime than get involved in my f*cking nephew's matter."
"Ah, now you are calling him your nephew."
"Shut the f*ck up."
"Though I am already used to it, I find it amusing to hear you say the f-word in almost every one of your sentences after hearing Kyran's message."
"The f*ck? Why are you acting so f*cking friendly all of a sudden?"
"Rather than acting friendly, I just grew tired of worrying about all the little things by myself."
"You're f*cking kidding me," Nolan grumbled. Whether it was intentional or not, he did keep mentioning the f-word.
"How are the progress of the mages in the Human plane?"
"Crazy as f*ck," Nolan snorted. "Because of the changes here in the Tower of Tribulations, more f*cking righteous mages are finding their way here and improving their levels. But it was not only those g*ddamn b*astards who were improving."