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.
Special Ops (5)
Kyran could not help but frown at Osric's behavior. Kyran took the initiative to show himself, but Osric did not seem hell-bent on making the first move.
From the latter's attempt at an idle chat, it was apparent he was buying some time, and as to why he would do that, Kyran had not figured it out yet.
At the moment, Kyran did not sense any odd movements from the mages standing behind Osric. There was not even a trace of ill intent from them. It was as if they had given up their free will and resolved to follow Osric's lead no matter what.
Kyran's frown deepened as a thought crossed his mind. Could it be that their lack of ill intent had something to do with what they were planning? Regardless of the truth, he had a bad feeling about it.
"Cat got your tongue, new Dark Sage?" Osric asked with a sneer.