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.
I Did Not Come Here To Eat
"Fine," Stella grumbled at Kyran's dismal attitude.
But Kyran acting dismal was better than seeing him flirt with other women while wearing Tyr's face.
"Let's go."
Kyran's voice brought Stella out of her musing, and she realized the runes on the barrier at the stairway's entrance were now completely purple.
Without waiting for Stella to reply, Kyran stepped into the stairway.
Stella followed.
The moment Stella stepped into the stairway, the surroundings shifted, followed by a blinding light that forced her to close her eyes.
When she opened them again, she saw a different scene.
There was no longer a stairway before her, and the fortress sitting atop a golem was nowhere in sight.
As a matter of fact, she was no longer outside but inside what appeared to be a receiving area of a building.
Standing before them were three people wearing light violet robes and black masks.