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.
Three Years
The magic fluctuation inside the cottage gradually calmed down as the Sigil's symbol was successfully implanted on Zephyr's forehead.
"Ngrgh..."
Zephyr groaned as his head dropped with a loud thud on the floor. He was completely exhausted from the whole ordeal.
Kyran, who still had his hand on the back of Zephyr's head, was also exhausted. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he panted in short gasps. His complexion was pale, and his eyes were listless.
"Are you out of your mind?" Nolan exploded as soon as the two silver rings on the floor decreased in size.
"What the f*ck are you playing at performing such a complex ritual with your condition?" Nolan continued as he lowered his hands and strode to Kyran's side.
He reached out to grab Kyran's shoulder. However, his hands only touched air. Because it was at this time that Kyran started to slip forward.
"Oi!"
"Kyran!"
Nolan and Anette both exclaimed as they rushed forward.