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.
Chase (21)
Geir gathered all the executives and rising talents of the five Blade Houses inside the grandeur of the Blade Dancer Clan's main mansion's audience chamber.
At the far end of the chamber, facing the north, a lone golden high chair was atop a tall platform. Lucian was sitting in that chair, and Geir stood by his right. Below the platform, just before the several steps, stood the five house leaders. Like Geir, their expressions were devoid of emotion as they stared down at the executives below.
Lucian's eyes were closed as he leaned on the high chair. He appeared majestic, with a faint golden light exuding from him. However, no one could express their awe because they sensed that underneath the majestic aura, a malevolent pressure was threatening to erupt, a reminder of his unrivaled power.
Alta stood with the rest of the rising talents of the Sound House at the far back, where all the other talents from the other Blade Houses were lined up.