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 Only Need A Few Seconds
While moving up to the next platform, True Void voiced a question he had mulled over.
"Void Halfling, have you come up with the answer as to why we started at the 51st platform?"
Without pausing to contemplate True Void's question, Kyran answered immediately, "I can only guess it has something to do with my training results."
True Void sighed, "I thought so too. I mean your first training you even encountered a Sovereign for crying out loud. But I find the tower's treatment on your training strange."
Kyran did not reply to this. He felt the same way, to be honest. Even the level of difficulty on his previous two training was off. The first one had a Z-level difficulty, while the second one was probably around S-level if he included the test. It was very different from how Gustaff described his experience.