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.
Alastor
"What I do is none of the Coven's business, Alastor," The Emperor said without even trying to look at the person who had spoken just now.
Alastor, the one who had warned The Emperor not to tempt the balance between the two realms, materialized a few meters behind Kyran and in front of the Emperor. He was wearing a long black leather coat with glowing runes embedded over its sleeves. His hair was dark red, and a glowing red and gold falcon mask covered his upper face.
Nothing was noteworthy if one would only look at him at face value. Nonetheless, from the way he carried himself, it was apparent that his strength could not be underestimated.
How The Emperor appeared guarded while looking at him also affirmed that Alastor's identity was not simple.