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.
Shit Happened
Black particles converged around Kyran, instantly trapping him into a ball of black steel.
Seeing this made Anette flared up at once. She turned her attention back at Nolan and shouted, "Nolan!"
"He's just a lowly Regis I met during one of my-."
"What did you say? A lowly Regis? Since when was there a Regis with brown eyes?"
"Huh? Brown eyes?"
Nolan was stumped. As far as he remembered, Nar's face only changed Kyran's facial features and not his hair and eye color.
Wait. That was not the point here! How the hell was Kyran able to reproduce Nar's face?
"Release him right now!" Anette said, her magic pressure rising once more.
Gage looked at the two of them and sighed.
This scene was no longer new to him. These two loved to bicker. When he casually commented how he missed his wife after seeing their bickering, he almost ended up permanently unconscious because of Anette's monstrous strength.