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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.

Lessyr · แฟนตาซี
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An Arrogant Tyr

Haylee's sapphire blue eyes glinted in amusement as she looked at Kyran.

He was absolutely right.

Disciple Tyr was originally a mercenary of the Mercenary Hall before becoming Chairman Noir's disciple. But Haylee had to admit she had forgotten this fact, and most likely Vera and Rhys too because there had not been any recorded noteworthy achievement that Tyr did as a mercenary.

The only reason they knew of him was that he became Chairman Noir's disciple.

"Not anymore," Haylee muttered under her breath as she smiled slightly.

Kyran's movements were not extravagant but the mere fact he was able to subdue Rhys, a Brigadier General with a number of battle experience under his belt, showed Kyran was not an ordinary mercenary.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Malek, Noir, and Sigma looked at Rhys sprawled on the floor with an indifferent expression. Internally, however, their minds reeled the moment Kyran hit Rhys with his staff.