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.
Not As Expected (2)
Kyran chopped off the last complete being's head before retracing his tracks to where he had left the old man's people.
He canceled his armor, and beast-like disguise, returning to Nar's image before reconnecting to the projection orb in his Void World.
Once he was sure the old man was looking at the projection, Kyran directed its view at a distance, where nine of the old man's people were huddled together.
The old man sighed in relief when he saw them. But his expression turned ghastly when he noticed the blood and corpses of the enemies around them. He was not sensitive to such scenes. However, imagining how those corpses met their death almost made him gag.
'Are these guys among the first ones sent to the border?'
Kyran's question snapped the old man out of his thoughts, and he looked at the familiar faces of the people up front.