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.
Blitz: Krieg (3)
Gael emerged from a shadow of a giant oak tree a hundred miles away from Tracomill. The tree was located in the deep part of the forest, separating the west of the empire from the center.
As soon as he appeared, he spat a mouthful of blood and fell face-first on the ground. His complexion had turned deathly pale, and his breathing came in short gasps.
Because of Kyran's 'controlled' punches, several of Gael's lower ribs had been shattered. This explained why he had difficulty in breathing. Apart from this, most of his internal organs were beaten to black and blue.
With great difficulty, Gael got up slightly and crawled toward the oak tree's thick roots. The action nearly made him lose consciousness. After a gruelling five or more minutes, he finally reached the tree root and leaned on them.