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.
What Happened Thus Far
Inside a dilapidated room resembling an audience chamber, a young man in black coat leaned back on a highchair and looked at a middle-aged man with ash blonde hair in dark red coat kneeling before him.
Like everything else in the room, the curtains, and the carpet were tattered with their edges roughly burnt. The ceiling high windows were broken, with faint light from the moon streaming inside and providing them with little light.
The audience chamber's current state had a huge difference from when The Emperor was the one sitting on the highchair and all the Blade Dancer Clan executives and elites were present. There was none of its majestic view could be seen.