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.
What Did You Say?
After so many times of failed attempts to mold his magic, Kyran decided to rest.
He lay on the floor in the middle of the training room and stared absentmindedly at the array drawn on the ceiling.
'What am I doing wrong? Is imagining the shape not the correct way to do it? Or is it because my magic doesn't have a solid form, to begin with?' He wondered.
He lifted his left arm and spread his hand as if reaching for the ceiling before summoning his magic. A purple ring appeared above his palm, which rotated in slow motion.
'My magic really looks strange,' he thought.
Nolan said it before. Magic manifested differently among every mage.
Like his magic, other magic did not have shapes. He also read about it from one of the books Stella selected. However, though it did not have a shape, its appearance was similar to its natural element. Thus, it was easy to identify.