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.
Why Is That Here?
It was already late in the night when Kyran finished sorting his spoils. In addition to potions and pills, he found some scrolls and information orbs that contained various confidential information from all factions within the empire.
The information Kyran read from Stella's records was brief, so this information orbs were good for him. He would take his time studying each orb.
Before Kyran went to sleep, he prepared all the materials he needed in making the transmission scrolls. He made a mental note to ask Anette for blood replenishing potions. That way, he could make at least one or two scrolls a day.
The following day, Kyran went straight to Cyneah's room only to find it empty. With a frown, he went downstairs and headed to the back where the dining room was located.