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.
Blood
Leif and the rest of Ogen's representatives stared at Kyran with mixed feelings. This was especially true with Leif, who wanted to recruit him. The reason behind her reaction was that the latter took almost two days to complete the concoction of what was considered an elementary potion— Transformation.
Typically, a Transformation potion could be concocted in three to five hours. But it took Kyran almost two days, and the potion's color was different. Which likely meant it was a failure.
In any case, the Transformation potion was not something an Alchemist would waste their time concocting. After all, most Sovereigns would realize if someone was using one.
This was the reason Leif felt a little disappointed at Kyran's Alchemy level. Then again, Alchemy was one of the branches of Magic that was hard to master. Even among the few Overlords in the Higher Realm, there was only one who could be considered an Alchemist.