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.
You Should Have Aimed For The Head
[What do you mean you can't warp? Was it sealed? Is it because of this space? No way! No way! This space doesn't have that sealing ability!]
True Void's panic-stricken voice echoed in Kyran's head.
But Kyran was not really listening. At this point, he had already forced himself to stay calm while his brain had kicked into overdrive. Half of his attention had started to analyze the reason why he couldn't warp, while the other half kept a vigilant attitude toward the descending red light.