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 gust of wind blew, instantly turning Gael into a cloud of black smoke. The same thing happened with the white snakes. They suddenly turned into white smoke.
Kyran frowned and cleaved the Void Dagger he pierced through Gael's back, hoping to destroy the black smoke before it escaped. When it only passed through the smoke without a result, Kyran willed it to change form. In a blink of an eye, the dagger shattered and turned into purple mist, which mixed into the smoke. However, as if the wind was alive and helping the black smoke, it blew once more with much ferocity this time, sending the black smoke away from the purple mist in an instant.
The black shadow on the ground also retracted a few meters. It seemed to follow the black smoke's route as it pulled the Shadow puppets along.
With the sudden retreat of the puppets, the Void weapons followed in pursuit. However, most Shadow puppets had already sunk into the black shadow.