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.
Contempt
'It?'
Kyran's eyes widened, his mind reeling with the weight of the realization that had just dawned on him.
Ladon and the rest seemed to have gotten a hint of what Diara said and looked at her in similar expressions.
Diara snorted, seeing the look of understanding on their faces, and said, "How do you suppose the tower maintained its activity all this time if it cannot manage itself?
"We Ancients are known for coming up with unconventional ideas about magic. Some even called us fanatics for creating a branch of magic that no longer required casting magic arrays. And after we developed that branch of magic by combining it with another existing branch and invented objects that can move by themselves, they called us mad.
"But when those objects birthed their own sentients, we are branded as heretics... for trying to create artificial life."