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.
Fifth Match
"R-Round-robin bracket, third match, Tyr of the Conclave wins!" The female announcer finally announced after a short pause. "Next match will begin in 30 seconds!"
Instead of erupting in cheers, the gallery remained silent.
Most already heard what Tyr had done to some members of the Lumley Family after the latter hurt some of the members of the Blacksmith Order. However, most thought the story was exaggerated.
How could a Master mage with only Strengthening magic fatally injure those people?
Now that they had seen what Kyran could do, they could only accept that the story was not exaggerated.
Meanwhile, Kyran returned to their corner as soon as the female announcer declared the winner. Personally, he did not care whether she announced it or not, but as 'Tyr,' it meant a lot to him. Tyr was now known to have a 'temper,' after all.
Then again, he admitted he was annoyed at the Royal Army's obvious intention and wanted to get even.