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.
Capture
Kyran did not try to refute Shaiha's notion this time. While the reason could be that he was busy dealing with the two Blade Dancer Clan representatives before him, he could not deny that the magic energies in the surroundings were avoiding them.
On the other hand, Kyran could sense the magic energies swirling around him, akin to moths drawn to flames. He even felt that they wanted him to use them as he pleased.
No matter how sensitive a mage was to the flow of magic energies in the surroundings, such feelings should not have been possible.
Kyran could only feel that way because his sensitivity to them had reached a whole new level.
One of the things Kyran learned in the Higher Realm was how mages developed their magic senses to another level. In the Lower Realm, there were five levels to a mage's magic senses. Kyran managed to achieve the highest level, but that was not enough compared to the magic sense the mages of the Higher Realm could utilize.