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.
Chase (4)
But more than being annoyed and disappointed at Alta, Lucian was angered by the fact that he was no different from her because he allowed that human to escape from his pursuit as well.
"Give me your soul thread of that moment," Lucian said while pointing a finger at Alta. "I want to see that black mage's feature."
"M-My s-soul thread, Your Majesty?" Alta raised her head in fear, gaping at Lucian with trembling lips.
Soul threads, the very essence of a human's memory, are not to be trifled with. Surrendering a thread is like tearing a small part of their soul away. It may be small, but the damage is permanent. A mage with a damaged soul is akin to a magic core in disrepair— their usage of magic will be severely hindered.
Geir and the Blade Dancer Clan's Elders also paled, especially the female elder, because Alta belonged to her House.