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.
Shattered
Two members of the Chamber of Commerce took Deo as soon as the match ended. They did not stop and chat with Styx and the others and made their way out.
Styx and the others knew Deo would be taken to Chairman Malia's quarters instead of the dome's infirmary. That had been one of the instructions given to them by the Conclave High Council Members. No matter how trivial it was, they would go to Chairman Malia's quarters, not in the infirmary when they were injured.
Rake gritted his teeth in anger as he glared at Osman in the arena. The latter had already released his flames and was on his way back to their corner. Not once had he shown remorse at what he did to Deo.
Suddenly, Rake heard grinding sounds coming to his left. He turned to look at Kyran but only found his indifferent expression. However, when he looked further to the left, Rake realized that the grinding sound had come from Styx.