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.
Kicking Up A Storm (4)
There was a few seconds of pause before the crowd stepped back.
It was as if Kyran's words carried some power that made them comply without resistance. Some even felt that if he told them to kneel before him, they would listen to him.
All the blacksmiths trying to control the crowd earlier were left speechless at how Disciple Tyr's simple words could silence the crowd and even make them step back.
They all looked at him with eyes filled with awe. Yet, at the same time, fear. Because as far as they knew, Disciple Tyr's magic had nothing to do with sound or manipulation. For his words to carry such power meant his magic level was at a level high above them all.
Did this mean he was at the same level as Chairman Noir? But he looked too young!
As soon as the crowd stepped back, Kyran gave a grateful smile that almost made every female present in the crowd swoon.