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.
A Girl From Nowhere
Dismembered bodies of Theihorns scattered on the ground. A metallic smell mixed in with the scent of damp soil.
Nearby forest beasts warily hid while they watched the ongoing fight between three Theihorns and a strange human.
Kyran whirled the Void Spear in his hands above his head before leaping. A dark purple color gathered on the spear's tip, forming a vortex above.
The last three Theihorns growled as they leaped to meet him in midair. All three of them opened their fang-filled mouth combining their magic to form a massive ball of wind.
Once Kyran gathered enough force on his spear, he swung horizontally toward the three Theihorns unleashing a dark purple wave attack.
At the same time, the three Theihorns released the ball of wind and collided with the Kyran's attack.
A gust of wind burst between them as soon the two attacks met, creating a shockwave that made both sides jump back.