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.
Truth
"The Armakeans might not make a move themselves and will hire mercenaries," Nahir continued, looking at Kyran meaningfully. "So considering both as suspects, working together, is a possibility.
"I think now you understand why I acted the way I did."
"You thought I might be a mercenary hired by the Armakea," Kyran supplied.
Nahir nodded, "Yes, that is correct."
"And here I thought you are just an asshole."
"I do not deny my actions did make me one."
"It's good that you know. I don't mind if you acted that way around me," Kyran told him. "Only, never treat Neah like that again."
"I won't, you have my word."
Cyneah was conflicted after hearing their exchange. It sounded to her as if Kyran was giving Nahir his blessings. It made her wonder again, why Kyran was here.