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.
Spar Matches (2)
Hubris.
This is a personality quality most superior beings have.
Some were oblivious to the consequences, while others were fully aware but feigned ignorance, leading to disastrous results.
Ickle's and Crei's understanding of Ladon and Thorn's decision not to request a spar against the new Dragon Lord was because of their extreme belief that, as dragons, there was no way for the latter to be of any threat to them. Since that was the case, Ladon and Thorn must have a different reason for not participating.
"Let him be then," Ickle said after a short pause. "But tell him to send a spar request against Warrick's talent."
Crei's expression turned solemn upon hearing the Earth Dragon Tribe's Patriarch.
"Was it Ambros? That earth youngling's name?" Ickle asked with a thoughtful expression.